like a flower,
like a thorn,

a wavering heart is ever altering,
its beat is a prism,

the magic is now,
melting into a smile,

neither moon nor star,
the current making sorcery above us,

the destiny so easily broken low,
thunder and light in magic night,

like a feather,
like a stone,

till that great sea snake under the
sea from her coiled sleeps in the central deeps,

like a moon,
like the darkness,

on the immense sea,
crimson shell,s
whose silvery spike in the nighttime sea,

yielding are the moss beds,
under the sea,
with a crown of pearl,

on a throne of gold,
a merman brave

by scarlet rose