Mermaid

Be thy the source, the flesh I trawled so caring beneath twinkled comet night skies.
I have jested of such times when wasted on flagons of pecuiler ale's, fetch thee closer
let me study thy pale cold scale my appetite for the hunt is still whetted from the salty brine.

Dare I touch ,caress this precious myth your blue heaving gills full of man's jetsam ,choking your frail life ,I dare not!!
for this fragile hand doth contaminate lie thee still for such perfection can not be bought by sovereign nor Fletcher's skill.

A thousand moons reflect upon your pearly scales dancing blues the smokey shimmer the stench of wrong
of the sun kissed beached whale spouting nothing but death you to will meet this sorrowful end