She stood in-line with the casement which had been slightly ajar; her skin aglow, a light complex of olive, tinted with blush of rose; she was immersed in the splendour from the radiance of light beckoned by the moon, to where she stood desperately, frantically awaiting, eager for the time to come, the opium dream on the Eve of Saint Agnes. I cannot dare to conceal it, her pure divine being, and where her saintly feet dare stand on a vivid cream, of soft, steady carpeting. Yet now, while I collectedly summoned all my memories, to which I inspire to revere, the way her body's shape and how she felt; my eyes fastened upon her figure in front of my vision, showed fourth a craving to which, without doubt had blotted my mind with sincere fervour.

The room in which I found myself dwelling in, took shape to be quite small and drab, it's discoloured walls seemed to leave an unfavourable stain in my judgement, nevertheless the blackness of the room gave it a personality which inspired dullness and served to bring out the radiance which shaped Madeline. However, there seemed to be an overcast of sorrow, that, without a doubt, gave an ominous atmosphere. Dark, heavy draperies in lurid colours, hung oppressively tattered and worn; suspended above the casement was the fabric of tenuity, and it gave little light to the antiques scattered in sections around the room, but shone substantially against Madeline's bare skin.

She glazed perplexed, a mix of worry and uncertainty, her hair formed waves of silky honey, which started from the tip of her head and ran down to her waist. My heart throbbed, an eagerness and yearning for her love, and I craved to hold her azure eyes, which pierce through my affection — oh she had become no more than my ambition — Her rich attire, of cashmere wool, velvet and mulberry silk, in the artistic arrangement of the great wave, slipped down to her knees, and like a ghostly shadow took shape of a mermaid's tail. It did not occur or nor did I see how Madeline took shape of a picture to be, of something less than human and while I watched, I felt the full knowledge of the expression in which she held, I had felt it fasten against my chest, like a recollection of a memory of something long lost and forgotten. In wakeful spirits, my eagerness for knowledge aroused the abnormality in me. Could it be possible? Is it only a dream? That my sweet Madeline has ceased to be a merman without feet? I stood there shuddering, muttering words, a bit more than a cry. "It's simply not possible.. but here I have seen it.. seen it with my own eyes, my own eyes have traced the transformation of that creature which resides in my memory." I sank once again, again too many times, into a vision of a girl in the night; how many long hours have I left to ponder upon her existence which holds me? The wild latex from the opium poppies to which I require to use, as I recollected the memories which I implored to abjure:

O 'tis the lady of the sea
Whose voices sing out sweet melodies
My eyes fell on her one scorching night
Where sailors, sail with lantern lights

Upon the cool, dark formless stone
Where the mermaid sits there all alone 
The madness of her fleeting heart
Ripped her body and soul apart

Wavering feelings drew me back to complete consciousness where I attempted to abruptly embrace Madeline in all my worth, in which I had no doubt about her existence in my visions as a young boy, I could not perceive my affection for her true being, but only the mere thought of her presence was enough to open a dozen conflicting sensations, in which case my love for her beauty was dominating, but as if the life had been drained from her, she went into fit where she fell solemnly to the ground. Her feeble movement made quite a disturbance, and with her last breath drawn, I took it upon myself to grieve for her passing, and endure insufferable anguish, for her beauty was what rendered my soul. I knew not how she came to be this way, but nevertheless as I traced along the red string which seemed to be what derived her of existence, a fishing hook had pierced through the upper left of where her human body met her tail, the other end of the red crimson fishing line was formed into a neat bow around my ankle. "Was it probable that it was I which had taken my lady Madeline to her coffin?"

A particular sensation of horrific intensity afflicted me and compelled me to move rapidly, and from her chamber I retreated, scampering away like a mouse from its prey. And though the night took pity on me and stayed a soundless grey, an immense surge of water deluged my surroundings engulfing me into an external abyss, where a low moaning sob resonated its cry through the waters, and thrust my body to where my gaze held a final glimpse of her, before having quietus to my body, I left the drowned mermaid.