Sing with the Sirens

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Does my smile allay the doldrums we share?

Can it hold the storm at bay for a lifetime - even a day?

Or is it a doomed vessel of misfortune and uncare

Broken to smithereens leaving us beached upon shore,

Hearing the song of Sirens, who should be dead and gone?

Struck down and plucked by Muses, left so unadorned

With beauty’s look, the Sirens join us to mightily morn

Our love’s sinking ways upon the sea of our flaws.

Bound not by adoration but by lowly desire

Turbulent waves extinguish our fire.

Author's Note

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