From the windswept clifftop

She could see below

Far below into the cove

Where lay, a body upon the sand

And, dragged by tide,

A waving hand

It swayed like the branch

Of a wind-laden tree

 

Come to me

Oh come to me!

 

A breath of chill

Now, caressed her skin

Whilst staring down at the cove

And the figure within

 

And upon her grasped

Such a mighty urge

A compulsion

Not her mind could purge

So, whatever it took

She had to see

 

Come to me

Oh come to me!

 

The pathway down:

Seldom travelled & old

Was hewn by wind 

And rain 

And cold

But, still

Something urged her down to see

 

Come to me

Oh come to me!

 

Over crumbling rock

Slick moss & scree

To the whispering voices

Of the haunted sea

Down she stumbled

 

'til her grip broke free!

 

Come to me

Oh come to me!

 

What have I done!

She realised too late

But, this sacred, old cove

Already knew her fate

 

And below she stared 

With pallid eyes

Trying to move

But paralysed 

 

And in her throat

The salty sea

Rose up and choked her 

Endlessly

 

Come to me

Oh come to me!

 

Looking up at the clifftop

A figure arose

Staring down at herself

Lying still in the cove

And she tried to scream out:

Don't come, please stay!

But, the saltwater came

And washed it away

 

And her arm felt so weightless

In the shallow, gray sea

And she knew it was swaying

Like the branch of a tree…