She wore shells from her ears, sprinkled in sand,
diamonds for eyes, and dressed in sheets of silk,
kissing the air below her as she stepped through
the blackened waters of the nearby pond.

The novel in my hands slid from my grasp,
the pages that were once dyed the colour of milk
quickly moulted into grey ghosts. The adventures
of the brave captain sunk to the bottom of the pond.

Ruby nails with a shimmering glaze caressed the
morning sun, with eyes that that borrowed the silver
edge of the moon. With a smile that promised untold
wonders, she slowly carved her way through the pond.

All questions and queries vanished from my mind,
the divine tone of her skin making my heart quiver.
It is only when I had the courage to look at her reflection
did I realise that something inhuman was standing in my pond.  

Even through screams, I was still dazzled by her grace,
the way she tore through flesh making my bones shiver.
Crimson pools trickled along the stone floor, a gritty reminder
to all about the foolish poet who had broken his bond.