La Llorona

Mermaids and sirens

Swim in the ocean

One of the mermaids

Wishes to walk on the

Water with one of

The sirens, but 

Her mother warns her

"No!"

And his father has

Arranged his marriage

To another siren he

Despises

So they escape from

The water and their tails

Become their legs

To swim the land in

He notices how pleasing

Her fruit is, so they

Indulge, and they swim like dolphins

In their ocean. 

But he's a dolphin,

And unbeknownst to her,

There's another dolphin

With water flowing from

Her blowhole, and the 

Water seems full of youth

So, as she cleans in

Her tower, he swims,

Splashing in the water, and 

Together they jump in

The darkness of the night,

Splashing their tales to and

Fro.

 

But the full moon reaches,

And the moonlight shines 

Bright.

They dance in the spotlight,

But the curtain isn't closed.

Sitting at the audience chair,

She gasps in horror;

The scene plays

Without the cue,

And she leaves the

Theatre,

Taking their children

Out for a swim. 

And while they play around,

Swishing playfully like the

Dolphins they once were,

The ocean they had once

Escaped from, in order to

Walk on water, swim

On the land they claimed

As King and Queen Triton.

Then, like a fish,

The warning of her mom

Swims around her ear,

And as she drowns in

Her tears, she wishes

That a human had kissed

Her in that ocean, but

Dolphins are humans, and 

They'll splash their tales

To and fro just to

Concquer the ocean.

 

So back into the

Ocean she swims

Into the depths of

The seafloor, where

A Swordfish lifts her

Back up into the

Ocean of the land. 

No matter how hard she

Tries to swim back,

Her feet have become

Locked to the shore,

And she tries to search for

Her kids, who are swimming

Freely like fish all over the

Ocean, but little did she

Know, that in her sorrow

She had murdered them with

Her strangling tentacles,

And The Swordfish, being just, 

Had returned their souls into

Flounders, so as to preserve them

And protect them from the

Hurricane of her grief.

Thus, she swims alone, but

Her mermaid tale is no more,

And she becomes an electric

Eel, slithering, in search

For any sirens who

Play in the ocean, and

Splash their tales to and

Fro, for her to possess

And devour. 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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