Mermaid

The illusionist spreads his wings,
Lustful benediction
And the beauty of sedition,

On that orange flame sunrise,
my love was decided,
my love was derided,

I, Held upside down, by her pale
hands, strong with years of wringing,

And soon the crimson clouds,
covered the sky, tied by crescent
moons, and the stars
bled from my wrists,

Selfishly I wanted her,
at my own pace,
and yet the sun still rises,
while the yearning never ceases,

Benediction to sedition, truth
over hope, reality at the most pure,
an antidote for the masses,
still I reject the dawn,
an embrace the night.