if I ever start to think straight
Grinning, Amun pumped his fist in the air. "Yes I am! You hear that, siren songsters? I'm strong." When Melita asked what he was seeing, he glared at the figures floating in the murky depths of the ocean.
"There are three figures. They have fish tails, like the mersons, with the torso of a woman. But bird heads and arms. Wings. Feathers." He clapped his hands over his ears and moaned. "And their song is the most beautiful sound in the world. But I won't swim with them. I won't."
Having worn himself out, he slumped forward and closed his eyes. "I want to sleep. But I can't." He sighed.
"There are three figures. They have fish tails, like the mersons, with the torso of a woman. But bird heads and arms. Wings. Feathers." He clapped his hands over his ears and moaned. "And their song is the most beautiful sound in the world. But I won't swim with them. I won't."
Having worn himself out, he slumped forward and closed his eyes. "I want to sleep. But I can't." He sighed.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
