Tessa

Rising above the waters

In her shimmering sea gown

Its long layers softly flutter

she dares not e'en look down

The cool breeze blowing

her hair caught in its soft grip

the spark in her eyes quickly growing

The waves in them death to every warship

Sheer confidence in its dwelling place

Her heart as pure as gold

Lets her soar among the starry skies

And fulfill those prophecies of old.