Here is a poem-type thing I wrote a few days ago. I was reading a book called, "The Seven Tales of Trinket", and one chapter inspired me a bit. (P.S., the song was in the book, and the melody I sing it to is the lullaby in Brave)
Here it is:
Faint moonglow shines on the selkie's isle. The silent sounds of sky and sea; the rushing waves, charging and breaking on the smooth sand; the wind whistling as only the wind can, over the rocks, through the coves, into the seals; the seals, with their wakeful eyes, large and liquid, reflecting the moon.
A girl, young and wondering, settles on a rock. She has a harp of bone and hair, clear and sweet, pure and soft. She strums the harp, the sound gliding smooth as water over the rough stones, singing faintly with the tones of the stars. She sings, and her lilting music dances to the selkies, drawing their attention like a mother's lullaby.
And this is the song the girl sings;
Come lay your heid, come lay thee down
Upon my knee of woolen brown.
A song I shall sing of salt and sea
Of waves and foam, lad come with me.
Thy flippers are tired, thy skin is cold
Slumber awaits, thy dreams to hold
A song I shall sing, of salt and sea,
Of waves and foam, lad dream with me
The spray is soft, the moon so bright
Come lay your heid, and rest tonight.
Selkie children curl against their mothers, slipping into sleep as silent boats into water. Mother seals blink slowly, joining their babes in dreams. The girl sings as the pale moon slips below the sea, as the stars fall asleep, as the silver of night gives way to the gold of morning.
The silent sounds of darkness give way to the new noise of light,
And the song ends.