Off the beach that leads to the sea, the Water Spirit waits for me.
She called me out so sweetly, come here my darling come quickly.
And blinded by her spell I could not see the layers of witchery she put upon me.
I couldn’t tell what was real, or what was fantasy. The only thing I knew was her wanting.
In the far back of my mind warning bells were sounding. Once upon a time tales tell of this subsequential ending.
Could someone help me please, I think I’m drowning . . .
Pose is my own