Underneath

Her breathe,

Lyra spat,

      “You can never make it to our family breakfast but I bet you can make it to that bitch everyday on time can't you?”

My nose flared,

      “What did you fucking say?”

      “Enough!” Father slammed his hands on the table.

Everyone's eyes focused

On the young man

Who was not much older

Than the eldest.

King Tsunarius sat tall

In his seat

Marked by gold,

His short brown hair

Was pushed back to make him seem

Important

And poison green apple eyes

Glared at each of us.

His body was muscular,

Clean,

And he enjoyed

Show it off.

It was Beautiful.

His light green fin

Was wrapped

In the finest

Gold chains

That swayed

Side to side.

This is the merman

The entire sea

Feared

For his wrath

Was dangerous.

But deep down,

He is nothing more

Than a selfish man

Who considers himself

A Collector.

But that's just my thoughts.