Call of a SirenA Poem by Cory ScottUnfortunate sailors are lured by a sirenOh stout-hearted sailors lost asea Sail to me and I'll put your minds at ease With my entrancing melodies Pay heed to your hearts For they know what they want And when you open and allow your minds to see Only then will you find your ways to me "Precious rose, sweet rose Uprooted by a breeze Now awash in the seas Take my hands and atop the waves Dance with me Take a chance and dance Your woes away with me." Oh stout-hearted sailors lost asea Is that you I see sailing Following the ocean breeze Is that you I see sailing So very near to me Pay not a care to the squall Pushing you towards that outcropping reef Worry not of your hull That has broken with ease For here I am to greet you In this cold ocean blue Here I am to consume you In my cold ocean blue "Tender meat, sweet meat Brought to me by the breeze Allow me to grasp you So that I may feed Then you may all rest Sailors so brave Forever residing in your briny graves."
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StatsAuthorCory ScottCape Elizabeth, MEAboutI'm a poet, who has an affinity for good horror and sci-fi fiction. more..Writing
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