Deep calls to deep, the roar of the sea,
The waves surge and rage to crash over me.
And then, we dance… Tumbling tumbling,
I’m bumbling like a dish rag in a washing machine.

The sirens are laughing, jeering at humanity.
See what sandy foundations have done to thee?

yeah, bitch, I see… I also know what becomes of ye or whatever too.
Eyes flash attacks clash, crash, crash, crash…

Smile flash. Anger mirrors the energy.
The perfect opposition rising.

A woman, face of a beast, hair made of snakes.
Not unbeautiful, but terrifying, maybe.

I’m not afraid, I’ve been rehoming insects my whole life.
I’ve got an Ace in my pocket, and I’ve still got some days.
But YOU, my friend, have been naughty and conspiring.
Takes a pretty big whore to resonate through history.
In a way, an accomplishment, maybe?

The medusa rises from the sea, reeeing…
screeching salty distasteful things.
Vocabulary fitting for such a queen.

What do you know about it?
She finally articulated clearly.

I finger through book after book, as if bored, as she roars.
Tossing them over my shoulder without looking.
Each passing example burns up before her tentacles hook them.
the ashes carried away in a warm wind, I am chuckling over the comedy.

The remnants of wisdom never touch the sea behind me.
My eyes never leave the harpy before me.
Need I go on? I mean, the examples are endless.

In any case, you never beat what doesn’t fear you.
I smile wickedly, lifting the secret weapon against my enemy.
I’m bold as a bear, Which means this time you lose.
Be retired, take a snooze…

I see her face and hair freeze,
I watched the siren turn to stone,
and disappear in the depths for eternity alone.

I open my eyes, a piece of me hoping the harpy
had a spot of light to keep it company.
But thoughts like those are meant to be dust.
They mingle with positive outlooks like gold and rust.

Interesting… What a strange fantasy to join me,
While I was quietly meditating.
I laugh and stretch, welcoming my Priceless House Guest.