The beast is weary.
Grows old and sad.
Hidden deep,
Deep,
In a magic cottage
Between the worlds
Where it rains
All the time.
It's magic in the night.
Soft, faint footfalls..
Eyes wink between the trees..
One gold. One silver.
The tinkle of laughter.
Flash of the fae.
Beware the tricks.
She's lived by the ocean.
For three long years,
But never emerges
Until cool and stealthy
The moon rises
As her guardian.
An ancient Sentinel.
She knows from dreams
Silent giants
Fathoms down,
Down
Down,
Dance an ancient
And slow heartbeat
Of songs.
Her body so weary.
Her dreams are all she holds close.
The only desire
To feel.
To know.
To join them in the waters
To leave herself
Like the Selkies of old.
On the old troubled shore
And never return
To the darkness and lies
A mortal's sad life
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