They Want To Steal Her

As the evening falls and times slips by
She sits by the window
Her head leaning against its cold pane
Outside the sky is bruised
And the woman can feel the wind
Slowly she gets up
Quietly she slips on soft shoes
Creeping pat the old gray cat
She goes

Outside the twilight is chill
Frost nips at her pale face
Heedless of the cold she runs
Across a misted graveyard
Then her feet sink into soft sand
The icy waves crash upon the sand
She dances
Until the waves rear up to surround
She sings until the mermaids cry
They reach their slender fingers to take her away
But the woman is bound to the land
And they cannot take her
They swim away crying
For her voice is so haunting

Even the king of the Merrow
Bows at her feet
Asking her to be his bride
But even he can’t break the binding
That her father set upon her
For the woman is beautiful
Her face is fair
Eyes of bluest sapphire
And her father knew
They would want her
But he can’t let her be stolen away
For she is all he has left