The siren calls him out the the sea
Where he knows he was mean to be
And though to satisfy his need,
He travels above fields of sea weed.
The restless prince knows no bounds
Except the water that plagues his grounds
And the salty spider who breaks his seams
But never rids him of his mermaid's dreams.
The angelfish has helped him through
The tribulations he had to go through.
She calmed him down when he wanted to kill;
Pulled him under against his will.
She got kind when he got cold
and punched his ego when he got to bold.
Then, when he felt his pity for her,
I knew it would have been unrequited. That's for sure.
"It's tide for us to part our waves.
I'm sorry, Eridan, but we've been pike slaves
For t)(is pale relations)(ip and I'm done wit)( it.
I reel it's aboat tide for me to quit."
What did he mess up? What did he do wrong?
Now he can never her his shrewd siren's song.
She though she did what she had to do
when she caused the pain he had to go through.
Then she grew flushed for peasant of land
and not be the princess to the prince who should have her hand.
BUT NO!
When she told her to leave that troll, she did not go.
She broke his heart and it would not start.
The beautiful mermaid. The piece of art
That he did not own, but he wanted her back.
The prized possession he did so lack.
Rain clouds of thunder and lightning boiled
As his heart toilded
Over the planet he did tread, along with the falling angel tears
That burn his cheeks and strengthen his fears.
And rage. Rage for the that EEL who broke his heart!
Despise for the dirt who stole HER heart.
He walked through that open door as he wished they, no, he would die.
Only to find them and him on that rock in the sky.
Mirthful sounds
And leapful bounds.
Death threads and electric charge.
"Oh now, I did not mean to barge,
But I'we been wwatchin for a wwhile noww
And I don't knoww howw,
But you guys have gotten wway...to...close..."
But with a hole thought your chest, how can you be close...to anyone...?
-To Eridan