The Little Mermaid (Part 2)

My wish now unfulfilled,
My desires like an extinguished pyre,
Now rests a hollow heart brimmed with sorrow,
Where the morrow comes so do torment follows.

Yet every sunrise I see it rise,
The moment of lament I was demented by,
I felt free from its cruel imprisonment,
with the sense swelling from sight of birds in flight.

And then when night falls,
the stars and moon like lighthouses in the sky,
guide my lonely feelings away towards the endless skies,
and imagined I am one of the stars like a starry aria.

Thus with conflicting lament and bliss,
I continue to exist without being missed,
for my tales continue on in books and songs,
of a melancholic mermaid longing for home.