~ The Sea and the Seer ~

The mermaid of Lake Tancia was torn into a hundred and forty-three pieces… The fragments
of her body, scattered over the water, slowly sank to the shadowy depths of the cursed lake…
The sailor came to put her back together, piece by piece. That was his purpose. But there was
something he didn’t know, for there was one fragment that he would never, ever find…

Under the lake of her treacherous lying
Simmering raindrops are sinking from view
One side is dead and the other is dying
Bridged by a darkness that splits them in two

Under the bridge swims an unsleeping demon
Chained by the waterline marking his jail
Claiming the throne of this gardenless Eden
Blamed for the vow of divinity failed

Under the weight of complete desecration
Wonder and majesty brought to its end
Blood of the mermaid had poisoned creation
Love turned to tragedy wrought by her sin

Under the moonlight the storm tells the horror
Gore raining out of once glorious clouds
Soaking her home in macabre shades of sorrow
Forged in this prison which fantasy shrouds

Under two shells in a shadow of scarlet
Bringing to witness two mystery scrolls
Mother-of-pearl turned a saint to a harlot
Keeping her secrets in intimate folds

Under her form lays a chalice of silver
Weighed in the balance of all that she does
Ransom she traded to open the river
Paid with the wings of a trillion doves

Under the judgment of infinite ages
Mercy cascades by the rays of the moon
Unfathomed grace in the prophecy’s pages
Merged with the venom that seeps from her womb

Under the unceasing stare of the Reaper
Friend of the king of this dark churning sea
Done with the whore, devils tore her to pieces
End of the love affair, death to the queen

Under the sword in the hand of Orion
Under the rainbows invading the night
Out of the dead silent realm came the sailor
Under the nebula, under the sky

Under a sad diamond star in the heavens
Crossing the sea in a carpenter’s boat
Unsealing riddles in sixes and sevens
Lost underwater in poems she wrote

Under the warm liquid shackles she waited
Deep tangled miracles keeping her safe
Softly he spoke and the tempest abated
Healing the blackened red acid by faith

Under the surface he dove to redeem her
Now more than Spirit, come down from above
He was the heaven-born son of the mermaid
She, the destroyer of all he once loved

Under the sea he assembled her body
Bound to the blueprint of life as before
Purest of art yet a part still was missing
Downcast he carried her onto the shore

Under the trees lay the maid and the sailor
Instantly slain with a blade to the bone
Run through the ribs with a shining stiletto
Ripping his heart out she made it her own

Under the waves in the boat’s crimson shadow
Cast by the light of a bright crescent moon
Suicide dance for the damned and her savior
Dragging him straight to the hell that she knew

Under the sunlight she entered the river
Seeking the freedom of oceans unbound
Over the water more deadly than ever
Leaving him slaughtered, in death going down

Under the lake where the rain starts to fall

Under the bridge where it’s darkest of all

…or maybe, maybe she never had a heart, and that was the reason why he never found it.
And maybe the sailor foretold a tragedy unknown even to himself, that only then could his
prophecy come true, that only then could the mermaid be given his heart, that only then
would she someday return to Lake Tancia to rescue him from its crushing torturous depths,
healing the scarlet waters of his open grave and slaying the cruel demon thereof forever...