PROJECT 365 - DAY 3 - Ondine - another one of those dastardly wicked fairy tales,
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they say she is the water,
the foam is her hair,
the glint of turquoise that shines off the surface are her eyes,
the salt are her tears.
time and time again, she crashes violently upon shore, her watery tendrils seeking to push its ways onto the earth, desperate to be on land again. time and time again, she is pulled back into the sea by the waves of her sisters, their low, mournful voices rippling against the wind. when she retreats back to the sea, she weeps, leaving teardrops across the unreachable sands,
do not stray too far into the sea,my child, though she bequeaths you with gifts of spectacle and mystery, though she enchants your sweet and innocent mind with lights that dance upon the loping waves, though her warm soothing fingers caress your bare feet and ankles and tickle your toes, you must always remember.
when she lures you out to play, she will snatch you away. and when you're far, far away from land, when you're in the arms of her warm embrace, she will look upon you with cold eyes and know dear child, that you are not her child and she will pull you into the darkness below.
she is no friend of men. many a lives have been lost at sea because of her. wrathful temptress of the sea, she is a monster that breeds children of chaos. when she screams, she screams in despair. stretching her mouth, she swallows entirely men and their ships, and through their struggles, all for naught. they are forever sealed in the darkness of her hate.
so remember child, and remember closely. beyond the glimmering surfaces of the sea and the lulling tides, the depths of the waters are black and dangerous, just like her heart.
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they say she is the water,
the foam is her hair,
the glint of turquoise that shines off the surface are her eyes,
the salt are her tears.
time and time again, she crashes violently upon shore, her watery tendrils seeking to push its ways onto the earth, desperate to be on land again. time and time again, she is pulled back into the sea by the waves of her sisters, their low, mournful voices rippling against the wind. when she retreats back to the sea, she weeps, leaving teardrops across the unreachable sands,
do not stray too far into the sea,my child, though she bequeaths you with gifts of spectacle and mystery, though she enchants your sweet and innocent mind with lights that dance upon the loping waves, though her warm soothing fingers caress your bare feet and ankles and tickle your toes, you must always remember.
when she lures you out to play, she will snatch you away. and when you're far, far away from land, when you're in the arms of her warm embrace, she will look upon you with cold eyes and know dear child, that you are not her child and she will pull you into the darkness below.
she is no friend of men. many a lives have been lost at sea because of her. wrathful temptress of the sea, she is a monster that breeds children of chaos. when she screams, she screams in despair. stretching her mouth, she swallows entirely men and their ships, and through their struggles, all for naught. they are forever sealed in the darkness of her hate.
so remember child, and remember closely. beyond the glimmering surfaces of the sea and the lulling tides, the depths of the waters are black and dangerous, just like her heart.
