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Short fables series: #2 Water women by Mariah Pompa



Take heed for it might be your only hope,
watch the roads,
be wary of the women you see,

They are not all that they seem,
They are every where,
From any ocean, river, or stream,

They are not quite sirens but some will surface dripping with gold,
Beautiful and displaced in time,
Missing girls and absent wives,

The water calls to them,
songs of comfort, joy, and pride,
a life of leisure with the rolling of the tide,

The city below the sea is generous as its people,
all that they need is to feed,
and everyone earns their keep,

Keep a watch full eye,
They will draw you in,

just as she is now,

Beautiful,
tantalizing,

oh look your one foot in the sea,

A wide smile ,
 trusting doe eyes,

Your waist deep you should have heeded my warning,

That enticing treasure you were so determined to keep,
suddenly has the sharpest teeth....















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