Adrift Athena

August 12, 2017

I am the wife of King triton,

My “death” came as quite a frighten.

I was forced to disappear,

And I was sentenced to a life here.

It is cold and dark,

Out in the deep seas of Denmark.

The heartache is too much to take,

I knew I would have to pay for my mistakes.

Before I was Queen, I was a sea spy,

Here I am now, trapped in a prison forced to standby.

I wish this wasn’t my realty,

I need someone to discover me.

I’m scared and want my family back,

We would all be happy and be ready for a Kodak.

I plead, please let this be a terrible dream.

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