When I was a lowly bard many years ago
I bought passage on a ship and stored my things below
We were bound for distant lands and set off in the night
But about halfway there, a storm gave us a fright
The ship was tossed upon the waves and floundered on its side
I had fallen overboard and drifted with the tide
As I sank below the sea, struggling to rise
A mermaid came and helped me! I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Her skin was a midnight blue, her scales were darker still
Her hair was wound with seaweed and she breathed through a gill
She fed me some unknown herb and took me further down
And though I still couldn’t breathe, I knew I wouldn’t drown
She took me to her city way down below the murk
And I saw more merfolk there, busy with their work
Practicing the magic that only merfolk knew
They spoke in an ancient tongue and helped me to renew
It seemed like an eternity was spent below the sea
Watching as the merfolk took good care of me
But the herb was wearing off and I needed to breathe
So, she took me to the shore, and then she took her leave.
That’s the true story of when I almost died
But there was a mermaid who saved me from the tide
What’s the lesson that I’ve learned now that I’m back on land?
Only tell the stories that you have seen firsthand!