A Sirens Call (Part1)

My attempt at a poetic story abut a sailor who hears a cry from a siren, it will be a multi part story hoping to use different forms of poetry, success or fail the ultimate aim is to learn somthing.

On the loch, free of tides

where the water falls away to the deep

it is said that's where the siren bides,

in a tree on solace isle, sound asleep.

when the winds fade to nothing,

and water settles to a calm,

fishermen, tell tales of something,

a beautiful song, a melodic psalm,

for a tune would ride the water,

in search of a sailors ear,

about a farmers abandoned daughter,

stranded alone in despair and fear.

compelled are those, that hear its woes,

to ready sail and raise an anchor,

to follow sweetness into darkness,

headfirst into disaster,

the full moon now commands the night,

and harr transcends from sea to land,

a young man hears this woman's blight,

and is in receipt of her command,

"come sailor

 come sailor,

 for i'm in need of a hand,

 come sailor,

 come sailor

 I am trapped on this land,

 terrified,

 surrounded by water

 as far as I can see

come sailor

come sailor

come rescue me"

 

now fire in his heart does burn,

ablaze its burning through his chest,

for now he knows some ones' in peril,

he must make sail, he can't resist.

To be continued ...