The sea underwater

Many countries, many cultures, many religions have their own stories that get transferred through many generations by their old ancestors through grandparents, uncles, nephews, cousins; you name it, someone to look to tell you the fantastic stories you remember not only from your childhood but nowadays, those stories that narrated a different life for legacies to come.

Here’s one.

The sea- is a wicked crazy woman looking for men to lured them into her loving caring arms; to be surrounded by her drunken love. Once they get overcame by her lovely warmth, so drank by her love and beauty, to claim their lives during her intoxicating loving ways.

No man was ever being able to resist her intoxicating call, that drove many to fall into the death embrace.

The mean that fell for her attractive beauty and lovely calls, once invited, would never ever come back to life.

Many remain lost.

Never came out alive.

Never to see their love ones ever again.

Being surrounded by darkness

Bring surrounded by lost love

Remain in the insecurity of doubts

In the insecurity of not knowing

Where they could raise above.

Above where happiness goes

And no one ever knows

As much as she feeds many

As much as she leaves many weary

Kids and parents scary

Don’t keep your guard in the lows

This woman will easily tows

Like when slurping a hot soup

Men with no distinction

Like people so ready to coup

Against a reason

From treason

A woman

Ignoring cries for help

In the darknesses of the deep

Of her heart to sweep

With new lives attract

And no remorse to act

And no woman to weep

Never turn your back to the sea

When at the beach

You’ll never know if the sea

Will come to claim your life

And chop you with a knife

No one at sea

Has returned and saved their live

To tell

How malevolent

How without consent

To snatch you in a dwell

That disappears

As your life appears

To leave your body

With no gears

To grip to