wow this is great, catching my attention, super good!

love this, an intriguing original piece, good work indeed!

Pleasure to work with you, as ever Pytch! :-)

A watery etherCore tale, please leave a comment.
Vocal on last two verses courtesy of Éanna Butler @YaWha

Languid she lay, on the kelp now a drying.
Ashore on the sandbank, her fate there was waiting.
Once soft salty-scales, now brittle and weathered,
Sintered dry eyes, half-closed and tethered.
Where dost thou go for escape.

The sunset, the glimmer, a long-ago time,
salt-bleached and wanting, her aspect sublime.
Shriveled and wrinkled from the rip of the wave,
no solace there, as her pale lips did fade.
Where dost thou go for escape.

Through tears on the sand, she awoke; his arrival.
They spoke with their minds, of their love, it's survival
Of past times explaining the flow of the whole,
did her voice without words stressing feelings of woe.
For her there was no escape.

In sacking he wrapped her, sea water he pored,
carried the bundle from shipwreck to shore.
Her begging demeanor pulled him tight with care,
she breathing no gasps of the fresh cool clean air.
Where do they go for escape.

An aspect of wonder her eyes did relate,
a tale of the deep seas, of troubles and hate.
She told of the reef and the seamen who drowned,
of how they became cursed by the charm of her sound.
For them there was no escape.

The waves that were summoned tipped ships and their crew,
down to the depths of the dark blacky-blue.
Where huge pearls are kept by the king of the water,
the sailor he swam to the kings only daughter.
For them there was no escape.

The palace, he entered in search of his prize,
courtiers awaiting, all turned their dark eyes.
The mermaid for marriage, her hand he did crave,
the dowry his soul and a watery grave.
For her there was no escape.

The mermaid imprisoned, she quietly wept,
asleep on the sand, his heart still and kept.
She wanted to take him far from the sea,
yet in her bright heart it wasn't to be.
Where do they go for escape, their escape.

Stocktaking his future, the sea out of reach,
she now walks on two legs, so dry was the beach.
Salt water avoided, her tail won't awaken, 
He has her to hold, the Sea king's forsaken.
They'd found their perfect escape.

pytchblend - ephemeralGold (ft. Yawha)

Sketches from England's bleakly industrial biomechanical heartland.

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