The Queen of the Undines
The Queen of the Undines, the soul of the sea,
Dressed in a raiment of green,
Enchantingly fair and ferociously free,
Her headdress in aquamarine.
A picturesque monarch, so gracious, so spry,
Garnering worship and praise,
The deepness of oceans alive in her eye,
The storms of the sea in her gaze.
Power prodigious and magical might,
Borne from her fingers and mind,
Weilding the puissance of Lir in delight,
Enchantments in water refined.
The ghosts of the midnight converse with her too,
Bringing her solace and cheer,
Sailors deceased, yet awake in the blue,
Telling their tales in her ear.
Mermaids in throng pirouette in her wake,
Keeping her majesty thrilled,
Such effervescence and fanfare they make,
An entourage mirthful and skilled.
Paradise lives in the looks that she gives,
The softness of mothers in love,
She is undying, and peerless she lives,
Under the breakers above…
adamdaniel 