Undine

Slytherin Betray

Frost

It's a sad tale,

the one they tell,

of Rowena

the changeling,

Rowena

who took on legs

and walk the land

and dance

before a lord

of the Slytherin.

He betrayed her;

they always do,

the Slytherins.

Her arms around him

Meant little more

Than a finger of foam

Curled around his ankle.

Her lips on his

he thought cold,

brief and cold

as the touch of a wave.

He betrayed her,

they always do,

left her to find

her way back home

over thousands of miles,

the only salt her tears,

and she as helpless

as a piece of featherweed

tossed broken onto the shore.