The Maiden In The Waterfall
Obscured by trees that forests lend,
Oasis lies within the dens.
The larks were singing with the wrens,
And all the pretty blackbirds soared.
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If paradise is what you wish,
Venture beyond the morning mist,
To find a pool with rainbow fish,
And waterfalls at cavern doors
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Within the valley's many canyons,
A hunter strays from his companions,
And witnesses in his abandon,
That which he's never seen before:
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An ancient beauty of the sea;
She bathes beneath the fall's great stream,
And sings hypnotic melodies,
Like all the siren songs of yore.
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And so the hunter, broad and tall,
Fell victim to her silver call;
He passed beyond the waterfall,
To see what her cave had in store.
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But when he gets there, to his shock,
He smells the reek of mould and rot,
The sound of rushing water stops;
He cannot hear it anymore.
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He spots upon the cave's damp floor,
A sight that shakes his very core;
A dozen skeletons or more,
And vanished was the water door.
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"Gentle lady of the falls,
Who summoned me at beckon call,
Does my fate rest within these walls?
Oh please bring back the water door."
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But as he spoke, he saw with haste
That much had changed within her face,
The mermaid beauty that he chased,
Was not what she had been before.
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Her skin was melting off in sections,
With sores upon her fair complexion
He realized upon inspection:
His maiden was the devil's whore
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Observing the poor startled bloke,
She laughed so hard she nearly choked,
And then the monster finally spoke,
In tones that harnessed blood and gore:
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"You foolish man, you mortal child,
Whose sinful thoughts are lewd and wild,
Your urges bring you to exile,
Now stay with me forevermore."
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Suddenly the waters rise,
Like sealing wax on his demise.
The current swallows his surprise,
As he floats further from the floor.
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And when there's nowhere left to go,
His lungs fill up; his heartbeat slows,
He quickly sinks back down below,
Where he remains forevermore.
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So with a dozen rotting friends,
The hunter meets his sopping end.
The larks were singing with the wrens,
And all the pretty blackbirds soared.
