| child, Merma once walked upon earths greenest fields | | | | dimension of doleful sorrow she watches for ships to |
| she experienced the summer grass beneath her feet | | | | pass; waiting, watching for a love that never was. |
| and wore shoes that carried her over rocky terrain. | | | | Ships have perished in the wake of strong gales and |
| She stubbed her toes and skinned her knee’s | | | | they have succumb to the mercy of the ocean. |
| yet neither did she escape the pain of those wounds | | | | Those tokens of great value lay inert beneath |
| than she did the pain of a broken heart as an adult. | | | | waters and along the ocean floor. The fate of those |
| She lost her love to as much greed as any man could | | | | vessels that enamored the sailor now lay in |
| acquire, greed for luxury , greed for the temporary | | | | unmarked graves. And although the planks dilapidated |
| pleasure and greed through self absorbed | | | | the cargo of riches survive, waiting to be claimed. |
| advancement .love no longer had value to him , Her | | | | Merma has rescued many seamen from the depths |
| time meant little and her heart no longer enough to | | | | of the ocean, returning them safely to shore .Those |
| offer him happiness. | | | | Jewels she has recovered from sunken ships and hid |
| In a state of anguish she traveled alone and across | | | | mildly in coves and caverns are to entice those |
| miles of ocean until reaching the Island of Alchemy. | | | | seamen and Treasure seekers. |
| There , she became a prisoner of her own memories. | | | | The Bait lays below shallow waters , it is there she |
| Tormented by long days and even longer nights, the | | | | awaits the mortal engagement. If he chooses wisely |
| months passed painfully slow as if time itself was | | | | a desirable fate awaits , However , if he proves that |
| lugubrious to the chisel at her heart. No longer able to | | | | his voracity is not of love he faces a much crueler |
| bare with her anguish she surrendered her life to the | | | | encountered fate. And the journey with treasure |
| ocean. | | | | from the cavern back to his ship would prove to be |
| As she was swept under the waves the ocean felt | | | | futile. |
| her heart pound with tremendous passion and with | | | | A vital strong man would soon find the treasure he |
| the same intensity of its own. Senda , the spirit that | | | | carries, becomes a little harder to muster and each |
| rules the under water world sought to rescue her | | | | step he takes brings him to age. By the Time he |
| ,not from her death, but to posses and become | | | | reaches his ship, Time has crept ten fold and he soon |
| stronger. But the broken heart was to painful for the | | | | finds himself now a crippled old man, unable to board |
| Spirit to endure and it withdrew ;leaving her half | | | | his ship and escape. |
| Mortal Half Sea creature. | | | | For time is a treasure we rarely give credit to. We |
| Since then many a seafarer have told stories of their | | | | can earn our gold and silver, we can loose it all and |
| encounters with the mermaid .The sound of a harp | | | | earn it back; But Time cannot be recovered. And in |
| has been heard as it echoes a haunting melody from | | | | the end when we are surrounded by things we |
| beyond the sea and a figure of beauty in silhouette | | | | thought we needed, It is Time we need more of. |
| seen under moonlight and stars. | | | | And so, the curse and revenge serves a lesson to |
| From distant rocks she waits. Waiting for absolution , | | | | the desire of the material. And he the fool that fails |
| waiting for answers that will never come. Waiting to | | | | not to recognize the importance of love over all; will |
| be rescued by a love that has long since past and | | | | see his reflection Upon waters , not as a wealthy |
| from a world that no longer exists. Held captive in a | | | | vibrant man; But of irony and a empty hour glass. |