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A hundred years before my story did unfold |
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What I saw in dreams was happening for real |
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A vessel hits the waves, the journey is in vein |
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A fate that no one wants to sing |
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Among the crew she stands so pale |
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Natassa, thy beloved one |
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She's to share the fate of all the males |
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And as days passed by in waters calm |
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Showing no sign of what's to come |
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A storm was brewing to the north |
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The rage of sea come forth |
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There came storm clouds black |
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The waters darkened, oh so fast |
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As instant they were caught |
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In the middle of a fierce sea storm |
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All in the ship was shivering |
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Knowing not what was happening |
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And only she could really see |
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And stared in awe the figure near |
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A woman dressed in jellyfish |
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With eyes like pearls, and hair like seaweed |
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Like garments she wore seals |
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From seashell were her fingernails |
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The huge form near the ship |
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Laughs in delight |
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The girl stands petrified |
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Meaningless the efforts of all aboard |
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As she knows the source of the storm |
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A female voice echoes in the girls mind |
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Asking her now to dive |
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Accept the waters cold embrace |
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To have one last chance to change her fate |
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In agony the choice is made |
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The girl is thrown into the waves |
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To be one with the creatures of the sea |
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From this moment and eternally |
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And she did drown but did not die |
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Choosing to sit by the Goddesses side |
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Promising to take the pain of loss away |
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Such strange the games God's play |
