Symmetry of the Riddle

This is not a usual story. This is a story similarly expressed during the high times of oral tradition, so it's written as a poem.

so once a man had sailed the seas
in search of better land.
but the seas did shake and break his stance,
and took apart his mind.
his heart hung on the scales of truth,
his heart so homeward bound,
but dare he not go back and see of kin
and lose to trusted brutes.

such days went by on slicker lakes
where rocks came into view.
a woman clothed in seaweed beds
stepped out to answer to.
and the sailor did not question,
for her song was of morning light,
and drip-drop dews of bliss, about stormy hearts in night.

the woman glinted off her crusted throne
with a trill bared in her breast.
she clinked two feet aboard the fleet's
to start the mystr'y twined.

the man bowed unto her splendor
such wonder had he not
on pasted feet to platform,
all the while they were hers.

so the siren introduced herself
with a clenching lullaby,
dear sailor, can you not see
that now how she must die?
aboard your vessel calling,
for the love you have felt,
yet not in vain,
was from the song she wrote herself.

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[Aercastle]

I enjoy this, very much so. I could hear this on the lips of an ancient orator, reciting verse from memory, moving an audience even in the silence that follows.