Little Mermaid: Book 2 Chapter 2

Verse 1
The Little Mermaid was touched.

A beautiful ballad floated through the air.

A voice that begged for remembrance.

A sonnet with hope for the future.

...How beauteous.

She moistened her finger with a tear.

"I want to be sadder. Prettier.

So I beg of you.

Let me seek out such a song."

Parrah:

You want to cry more, don't you?

Mermaid:

At least my tears will glisten.

Noya:

Then we'll have you sing sadly for us.

Parrah:

How will we get her to do that?

Noya:

She would kill to do that!

Verse 2
Tragic love.

Miserable love.

Unrequited love.

All beautiful, all love.

Verse 3
Tears of sadness

tug hardest at the heart.

Verse 4
It may be a tale of woe,

but its tragedy is the very thing

that makes the Little Mermaid

a masterpiece.

Verse 5
Sorrow illuminates love.

Sorrow beautifies the world.

Verse 6
The world's beauty grows

with each tear shed.

Verse 7
So, for the sake of the world,

I must embrace sadness

and drown all things

in a sea of tears.

Verse 8
A heartfelt song

must be one of woe.

Verse 9
The singer seeking to inspire

would be flooded

in an abyss of sorrow.

Verse 10
The Little Mermaid found her.

The singer. A tiny plant.

Feel sorrow.

For your song will be magnificent.

Shedding her tears,

the Little Mermaid thrust

her weapon through the plant's tilted,

ephemeral throat.

"Do you know sorrow?"

Plant:

Why?

Parrah:

It's sad, but it's for the world.

Mermaid:

I wanted to be the one to say that...

Noya:

Sorry. Sorry.

Mermaid:

That makes this twice as sad.

At death's door, the plant sang out.

An elegy of grief for her demise.

A cry for her unjust end.

Her song was one of true beauty,

and the Library resonated with it.

How fortunate are we to be

granted one more thing of beauty.

And we have misery to thank for it.

The Little Mermaid wept.

The plant slumped over

at her feet, slaughtered.

Discordant Poem
Music is a reflection of one's soul.

Its joy, contentment, love, lust.

Most of all, its misery.

A singer ignorant of sadness

cannot enliven hearts,

no matter how beautiful the voice.

That is why you must know sorrow.

The singer, now aware of misery,

sang a song most wondrous at the hour of her death.

Her voice blossomed like a radiant flower.