Getting her back

I must get her back,

That her that my heart longs for.

She was taken to land, by a prince that I know far too little.

His hands clutching a creature he still does not know.

Her scales to skin, her tail to twin twigs that match human.

Human is as human does, and this one does by my daughter a disservice.

A easy flaw to fix, come trident point so true,

the ocean blue awaits you.

Oh, handsome prince who has taken Ariel, he shall meet a murky burial.

No songs, sand, sex or stature with stop his sinking, to the depths of hell in high water.

Water that bothers to flood into his pores, what a chore it will be to dispose of the corpse.

His flight and smug presumption of his right.

His right as heir, his right to share my Ariel's bed.

It took no spell to picture the Prince dead.