She drifted in with the big wave, sculptured body shimmering in the moonlight.

Her scaly decorative dress was a sight to behold, hugging her curvaceous form.

A few seductive moves later the queen of the ocean lay cold still on the shore.

A free-spirited woman she was,

known to glide with the cockiness of a seductress,

leaving in her wake a school of frustrated male suitors.

I gazed at her dazzling eyes as she lay there. A once celebrated maiden

with a body sent from heaven. Now cold and unresponsive.

One tide after another tried to entice her back

but she was oblivious to them all.

Incapacitated by fate.

Battered by ruthless waves, but spared the torture of being dunked in boiling hot oil.