Moonlight drifts through the waves

undulating

shifting

as do the lockes of those around me

drifting in the current

like thousands of souls pulling together

one trailing behind the other

our procession drifts as well

like a sea serpent

coming up for air

but we are going down

down

down

like a kraken holds his prey

we are gripped by the pressuring grief of the sea

our careful voices raised in song

song of mourning

song of leave

song of the beauty that one was

but is no more

we know

that we cannot bring back what we gave up

and together

we release our Tear

each mermaid giving one

all grief encompassed in a drop of sea glass

and then, grief shedded, we return to the light of the sun

and we rejoice

and all is well again

She was borne of thunder and power,

on the eve of a blood moon,

at the midnight hour.

They say her opaque scales

reflect the fright,

of the souls she’s broken,

for harboring light.