Siren's Sonnet

A different version of my other poem, Siren's Song

There is a song that the siren sings

That dulls the pain and clouds the mind

Young sailors don’t yet know what evil it brings

Or that they’re about to leave their entire life behind.

 

The melody crawls along the waves to their waiting ship

To catch any unlucky man on deck alone

They don’t realize its claws seizing their heart in its cold grip,

Pulling them into the fog, into the dark unknown.

 

When their body washes up onto the sandy shore

She’ll fall to her knees and wail to the sea’s ebb and flow

They’re not the one she was calling to, the one she sung for

They’re not her lover lost to the dark waters so long ago

 

Their cold, colorless corpse mocks her suffering, her every sigh

And once again her soul tears open and begins the deadly cry.

Author's Note

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[Mr. Revan]

Its like a curse. that is what i see, in two views.
one, is the curse of the dreadfully beautiful song of the siren, one that is too possessive to not be taken by it. Like the runaway love that a man will stumble for, most often to his death.
the second view i receive is that of the woman on the beach. How she cries to her lover, it is such like a lonely girl missing her past life, and she cries out to it, but more and more often it is lost because, people are too shallow to remember those far away.

sometimes i wish i died on a battlefield far from home, so that all whom i care for would forget, and the pain would be swift for them.


back to the girl, it would be as if in my position of death: lonely, feeling gone. you can reach out and touch the picture, but you won't fall into it.