On the night of a no moon

The starry stars twinkle

One always brighter than the other

Showing their superiority on the surface of the waters

The waters rippled

With soft waves of a passing canoe

Of which there is no paddle

And no soul to stage it’s the course

But it draws on

Like a sheep to be slaughtered

Towards a shining light

Of a gold illumination

Brightening the dark to dawn

Could it be Atlantis?

The city is hidden beneath the sea

Where seahorses neighs and speaks

And merhumans of caste

Live in vicious beauty and splendor

Singing softly causing the sharks asleep

When a human comes visiting

They revolt in royal anger

Every human is seen as a filth

“Their wonders are not hard to find,” they say

Atlantis may be hidden below the sea

It rises at night on the surface

“On the night of no moon,” they say.