The Diving Beauty

The cliff sings a crashing tune,
as the mistress now calls her boon,
raising her hands into the wind
weeping for her lost of kin.
Flowing, cascading, a bone shattering scream
as the sea consumes this everdark dream.

Suddenly silent,

No breath. No sound.
Salty sand sucks the steady feet upon ground.
Flailing hands, the limbs, a pair.
grasp out to seek for air.
blond tendrils, floating, block the flashing white scars of sky.
exhale a breath, and prepare to die.