Water Dancers


Jaded and hollow

Tainted by your spell

I find myself at the ocean

Watching the tides crest and swell

Figures of dancers

Appear from the fog

They beacon me over

With their sweet siren song

Tumbles and rolls

Pirouettes and turns

They glide across the water

As the midnight oil burns

Forsaken by all others

They keep to themselves

These Dancers of Water

They need no one else

Their call it consumes me

And forces me to sway

Resist all I might

I know I will join them one day

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