The Bay

Oh walking the length of the dock was risque. But oh so worth it if it meant he could discover the source of the fair and captivating chorale. 

"Desire is divine,

if you have the time."

The man walked the length of the dock apprehensively but with purpose. There was a chill coming off the bay for he was wearing a thick, cable knit navy sweater. His chestnut locks were askew and he furrowed his eyebrows and peered off the sides of the planks. His pallor was similar to fogs' and freckles dotted his cheekbones. His eyes were a dark brown which grew fiercer and darker as he walked further down the dock. 

The singing grew louder now. It was truly captivating. The sound seemed to wrap around him like a warm blanket and caress his face like that of a soulmate's hands. And he just had to get to the source of it.

There was some splashing now as he stepped meticulously on the planks and over the sunken boards. He called out towards the sounds, only to be rewarded with louder singing and a more insatiable will to find whatever was causing it. 

The singing was clearer now. It was decipherable now; a female's voice. It was cool and wispy, like a lullaby. 

"The seas are cold and rough and chiding,

But this is warm and rapturous and inviting."

What was this? He pondered as his wingtips sunk further into the salacious pools of steeled blue and artificial teal. He was almost to the end of the dock and there was splashing all around now. The bay was alive with crescents of iridescence. Sparkling spheres of chromatic radiance danced about just under the waves as he made his way over each plank. 

"Come away with us,

 and have beauty entice your soul.

Speak in tongues of accent traitors,

and see the art of your saviors.

Curl up beneath the sea,

just you and you and you and me." 

Finally, he reached the end of the dock. He looked over the edge and stared down to the bottom of the abyss. The music seemed to come from under the water. He felt it physically, it pulling him under. The singing whispered delicacies in his ear and enticed his mind with fortune. His eyes were dark with hunger as he crouched down and dropped his hand into the water. It was bitterly cold and as he was about to take back control of it when the singing stopped. He stood, silent.

Suddenly, a whisper sounded, very soft and very close. 

"Everything you want and more, 

just o'er this here moor. 

Come in on this date,

and seal your fate."

And so, the man never retrieved his hand. In fact he never left the dock. For the splashing had ceased. And the singing had stopped. 

And his breathing was at a standstill.