The Siren

Through tangled weeds forgotten deep below,
where jagged clifftop caresses rocky coast.
A captivating aged song does flow,
from tainted tongue of luring Siren host.

Armed with her incandescent melody,
this temptress now secures her throng.
No seamen about can deny her company,
yet none shall last, for only Sirens belong.

When sailing near Sirenum Scopuli,
not to the cruel opulent sea should you glance,
Thine ears must be blocked to remove all folly,
this warning may well provide your one true chance.

For all the signs of Siren songs you beware,
Beware, for her simple song will ensnare.

This entry was published on July 11, 2014 at 3:16 pm. It’s filed under Creative Writing, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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