Dark is the night over Langelinie. A black velvet nightcoat, all silk and worn. Under the starlight, the Mermaid shifts form, And slips from her rock into the cold sea. Her limbs are cool and supple as the flow, Rich and handsome as a dolphin’s back, bent By the divine blacksmith. The water’s fresh, But […]

via the little mermaid #2 — lois e. linkens