Ariel, Poseidon's pleasure, sits atop her rock.
The salty wind teases her wild locks.
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Luring men to their watery graves,
with a voice as pure as rain.
Giving sailors false promises of love,
to trap them in her domain.
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Ariel, Poseidon's pleasure, sang to the waves.
Melting the hearts of sailors, both strong and brave.
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Ivory skin gleams in the morning sun.
Opal fish scales shine,
and flake off into the waves.
Lips stained red from blood and wine.
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Ariel, Poseidon's pleasure, calls up the ocean's scream
and makes a nightmare out of a simple dream.
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Swimming after the sinking ships.
One corpse for a bloody prize of her own,
feeding off soft flesh and heart,
and making crude jewelry from his bones.
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Ariel, Poseidon's pleasure, mistress of the sea.
Hanging around her neck is death's grisly key.
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Girls occasionally sucked down too,
and turn into Poseidon's eternal slaves.
Uses them day and night,
until they succumb to their graves.
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Ariel, Poseidon's pleasure, with her heart of ice.
If you travel the sea, she'll make you pay the price.
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