Such a beauty in her death
she is not to be disturbed
even with a single breath
he came late at night
like the breeze of morning light
“hush” he said “no need to fight”
“you’ve been
from the beginning right
But you see I’ am too polite
I brought with me a nightly tide
So sail with me, my lass,
for one unique and salty ride
for morn’ will come
and, alas, tide will die”
Such a beauty in her death
let her sleep in lonely bed
Not a single tear is to be shed
for she is not to be disturbed
Maria rodopoulou
