Call of the Sirens

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Call of the Sirens

The ripples of the tide
rush toward me,
whispering the tune of
the ocean's meldoy.

Softly spoken words
reach my ears.
"Come along, child.
You have nothing to fear."

"We can wash away the sorrow,
erase all your regrets.
It is our safe haven, it will
be yours too, I bet."

On the surface of the water,
I see the full moon's glimmer.
It is such a wondrous sight,
it causes me to shiver.

I wander deeper in to the water
to be beneath its light.
I stare up at the moon in a trance,
because of its sparkling white.

Though I know they're coming for
me, still deeper I roam.
There touch has no affect on me,
it just feels slightly cold.

Their tails emerge from the water,
body's covered with sand.
They tell me they will take me to
a sacred place, a fantasy land.

Their smiles show innocence, though
victory and mischief cloud their eyes.
The ocean's waves get rougher as
they pull me in deeper, these tides.

The girl was never heard from again, though
on full moons they say you can see her.
Cold, dark eyes with platinum hair,
and her teeth as white as pearl.

They say she's seduced many more
with her enchanting voice.
The victims had no clue of her ploy,
they followed her without a choice.

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angelchaser commented on Call of the Sirens

12-23-2010

THIS IS AWESOME!! I woul be very proud to have written this. Nicely done.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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