Like Poseidon swimming with sirens,

manipulation of a goddess is a poison to society,

if only she had noticed 

good guys swimming in the deep-end

out of their depth 

drowning in toxic traits 

before she had left a trail of bodies and broken hearts in resentment,

washed up on the shore, 

with fellow mermaids praising her grace

serenading sailors with whispers of their heart’s truest desires
like angels aubade, a battle cry for the unholy crusade

her love felt like a war,

these fish were not enough anymore 

so she went into the world to find more.