Hello again, all! Back from my vacation, I have a little poem for you all that I enjoyed writing very much. Imagine yourself on the deck of a ship, you and your shipmates, hardened sailors one and all. The sails start to flap and wood starts to creak as dark clouds draw overhead. Rain pours over you, washing away the the salt and sweat so forcefully from your brow as lightning can be spotted in the distance. The captain screams his orders over the roar of the wind and the seas, attempting to regain control of the rigging. Amidst the cacophony you start to hear a beautiful song. Drawn to it, you and your brethren sail towards the rocks. A song that beautiful… Surely there aren’t any rocks?
Ballad of Sirens
O’ that cape of forlorn hope,
I sail around the bend.
I hope to find on other shores
a beach on which to mend
that poison heart and all its open sores.
Sailors find their sirens
there upon the rocks,
a place where ships will come to break and crash.
Beautiful their voices,
and so too are their faces,
so beautiful in fact
that sailors won’t notice
how their heartbeat quickly hastens.
Is it fear, perhaps?
Rightful to so fear the siren, yes,
but perhaps that song they sing,
that pretty one that lingers in your ears,
perhaps there is some truth to it
and closer to the siren’s heart the sailor nears.
There I lie,
crushed and broken on the rocks,
comforted by those deep blue eyes,
color of the sea I’ve grown to love,
belonging to the face
of one graceful little dove.
I know I’ll not survive the night,
I’ve not had enough adventures,
or been enough places,
but to die with you will mean eternity,
to find again Elysium one final time.
To hold you in that orchard,
my forever love.
