Awakening me from my idle and doze
The skiff began rocking with every great billow,
When all of a sudden a maiden arose
With the tresses of a bronze-drenched willow.

Her pale white visage shone lunar light,
Reflecting on her body of shimmering scales.
She rivaled the moon on this stygian night,
Spattering water with her forked turquoise tail.

Then was I dragged into the depths of the sea,
Grasped by her glacial yet placid embrace.
I surrendered on attempting to set myself free.
The barnacled seabed is my true-destined place.