And so the years passed and the 
seal maiden grew lovely and straight.

Her eyes were brown pools that caught 
and held the young men's stares.

They couldn't stop looking at her

not knowing why they couldn't stop, 
only knowing they had to look

and they had to hear her voice.

They would gather behind the sand dunes

and listen to the seal maiden singing her 
strange songs down by the shore at dusk.