Xpressions - Week One - Challenge - "The Nymph"

The Nymph

A fountain in the moonlight bleeds its harmony,

A thousand eyes have passed it by, but none that ever see.

There’s a nymph that lives inside it; the water is her tears.

Every night she cries, for her blind eyes have seen all through the years.

But every month at midnight, under watch of the full moon,

Inside the stone, where she has grown, she begins her lovely tune.

No human ear nor living being can understand the song,

For it defies what all the wise have preached for so long.

It knows of heartache and understanding, peace amidst a war,

And as she sings her music brings the past back just once more.

The stone begins to soften and bleeds into the sand;

Her slumber ends and she transcends all heavenly demand.

Wings emerge where stone did carve the decorative voice

And the nearby graves her music saves, and deathly souls rejoice.

The bubbling blood ceases flow, and her frame starts to emerge,

So by her decree, times let her be, and life and death soon merge.

For she is that long forgotten thing that humans never mind,

A fact that all forget to recall as they leave childhood behind.

She lives in that place where unicorns roam, so far detached from here;

But the imagination dies, and so she lies forgotten every year.

The world around has long forgot her face, or even who she was,

So she’s resigned to shun mankind despite everything because

There’s only so much heartache that one small nymph can take,

But every month about midnight you can hear her come awake.