Crimson Desires

When evening died peaceful

and the sliver moon stood shiny in the sky

pouring his shimmering light onto sleeping earth

then a charming creature emerged occasionally

of the restless billowing waves.

A calyx adorned her golden glamourous curls

twining her delightful countenance

and dancing round her dainty hip.

Now the perculiar spectre lets her carrying on

silverglamouring waves, then submerged

to arise otherwhere.

Sometimes the fairy nymph alighted from her cooly

dwelling and strolled under moonlight over dewy

meadows along the shores and didn't even avoid to near

The circle of human being or listen at the hovels.

She gladdened her heart about the calm

of her poor victims.

There were times, she let them know in advance of ice

drifts and floods or foresaw fierce storms.

Moody, she helped the ones, but others she tug with her

seducing sight and luring voice to depravity.

She poured the craving one ardent desire for lust into

their hearts so that they followed her to her precious

liquid, a wonderful grave.