The Price of Legs
In a sea most unknown, we find
Ariel, a princess beyond dream.
Having waited long for a life with humankind -
Too dangerous for mermaids, her father would deem.
Disobeying his wishes, to the witch queen Ariel swam,
“Oh, please make me human, with legs, Madame.”
A price to pay, for such a gift.
Your voice would more than suffice.
I will give you your legs, that much is swift.
You will get what you want, paradise.
And with that, Ariel became instantly human.
Even with no voice, she laid eyes on a young crewman.
The young man was royalty, princely and divine.
He was humble as pewter, as dashing as the sea.
As he worked with the men against salt and brine –
True love was never meant to be.
Paid the price, he did, for being so true –
As the waves washed away his soul and crew.
The witch’s words were whispered at heartbroken Ariel –
For returning to her home would cost a hefty sum.
No matter, for she had lost the one she held most dear.
“The sea - your final resting place will soon become.”
She climbed the highest cliff on the shore, ready to dive.
Knowing these were her last and final moments alive.
As the wind blew her hair, and the sunlight shown –
Her body hit the water and became nothing but sea-foam.
A Bullet Doesn’t Care
A bullet deals with acceptance.
A bullet is a mere component to this torment.
A bullet follows its owner’s every command.
A bullet accompanies a putrid soul to take a pure soul.
A bullet is loaded into the greater evil, forced.
A bullet deals with motion.
A bullet eyes its target, honing its own vision.
A bullet proceeds the tocsin of a piercing pop.
A bullet is a mechanism that causes time to cease.
A bullet leaves the tainted marks of its handler.
A bullet deals with impact.
A bullet witnesses the weeping face of an innocent.
A bullet penetrates the pulsing tissue of the target.
A bullet shatters a body impersonating glass.
A bullet causes the victim to vibrate viciously.
A bullet deals with death.
A bullet twitches inside of the dying skin.
A bullet is like a brush applied with dark red paint.
A bullet falls with gravity, just like its victim.
A bullet becomes coated, it is a part of you.
The bullet was the cause of death -
but it again, was a mere component.