THE MYSTERY WOMAN

THE MYSTERY WOMAN There was a mermaid named EcilaThat lived in the Creek RiverDeep down in the dark, under a rockWhere the current coursed slowlyIn contrast, the surface, fast flowingWhere we swam in mid SaturdaysHer house, said to be more beautifulThan what we will ever live to seeShe would come out in her seasonsTo take a cohort amongst our men The strange behaviour of men, explainedOf those who came in contact with herThey won’t touch their wives for her sakeSome became slaves to her luring spellsAnd sacrificed their own manhoodFor material riches and special giftsBizarre, the ways of the water spiritsSometime transformed into real humansAnd find their ways to live in our homesOr in the streets when you take a wrong turn