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Palms kiss and eyes meet:
let us talk through the notes of
a siren's song, across the blue
danube sea where the stepping stones cross.

There we met your end.

Dressed in white, she took you.
Cross the seasoned rocks, and the crushed
skeletons of ships once proud. Mermaids
cannot reach her eyes from the now.

I asked for your skin but
she smiled a no. Sharks' teeth embroidered
her neck, and a collar of moans
graced her bone-colored hands,
yet she shook her death rattle
hair and I bowed.

Mistress of Death, she is named.

But I will not go softly,
and my hands smell of struggle.
My voice rasps hard and I cry for
my loves; I will tear out her hair
and drop diamonds to pay.

She sees me, now.

Hug me, Death, for I am afraid.

But (no) she kisses me and the
sea foam bubbles bright on
cold lips, and my love,
my love, are you listening to
my cries?

Hands bloated with salt water
touch my brow, and
when you feel Her touch you
cannot help but fall (in love)
with the sea.

Description
Palms kiss and eyes meet:
let us talk through the notes of
a siren's song, across the blue
danube sea where the stepping stones cross.

There we met your end.

Dressed in white, she took you.
Cross the seasoned rocks, and the crushed
skeletons of ships once proud. Mermaids
cannot reach her eyes from the now.

I asked for your skin but
she smiled a no. Sharks' teeth embroidered
her neck, and a collar of moans
graced her bone-colored hands,
yet she shook her death rattle
hair and I bowed.

Mistress of Death, she is named.

But I will not go softly,
and my hands smell of struggle.
My voice rasps hard and I cry for
my loves; I will tear out her hair
and drop diamonds to pay.

She sees me, now.

Hug me, Death, for I am afraid.

But (no) she kisses me and the
sea foam bubbles bright on
cold lips, and my love,
my love, are you listening to
my cries?

Hands bloated with salt water
touch my brow, and
when you feel Her touch you
cannot help but fall (in love)
with the sea.