Part 1

They said she came walking out of the waves,

the water dripping from her pale blue

skin. She wore a driftwood crown weaved together

from the spoils of the sea; seaweed and

sea glass gems of every colour, sparkling

brighter than the stars in the sky above

her. They said her stare was cold and inky

blue and when she opened her mouth a deafening

roar rolled across the beach and scared

away the English men who had landed

on our shores. She was as beautiful

as the ocean and just as cruel. Before she

left he gave us her last gift. She carved out

a forest path leading down to the beach.




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