Where the Ocean Meets the Stars

I find myself adrift upon an endless ocean,
Slick black waters cradling my pale body,
In a deathlike embrace.

Above me, countless stars burn within the darkness,
Their reflections shimmering upon the motionless sea,
As currents carry me farther from shore,
Farther into the dreaming deep.

The waters are calm,
Warm,
Unthreatening.

And from distant coral reefs,
I hear the choirs of sirens,
Their mournful songs drifting across gentle waves.

As I journey outward,
The stars seem to draw ever closer,
Until sea and sky become one,
And the horizon dissolves.

There, reality folds upon itself.

The ocean becomes the heavens,
And I find myself drifting once more,
Not upon black waters,
But through an inky sky,
Looking down upon the world below.

Beneath me, raven-haired sirens dance among the waves,
Beautiful,
Mesmerising,
And terribly deadly.

As I pass above them,
I glimpse the great serpent Grimvael,
His immense body coiling through the abyss,
Black scales twisting in the depths beneath the sea.

Though I drift safely among the stars,
His presence fills me with dread.

So I close my eyes,
And surrender to the current.

Carried ever onward,
Until my forlorn heart is delivered home,
To the quiet comfort of my bed.

There I lie,
Neither fully awake,
Nor fully asleep,
Lingering for a moment,
Between two worlds.