The siren stands upon her granite fortress
Resplendent in the tragedy of her kind
Majesty draped languidly over the
Jagged rocks and crashing waves
Seafarers draw closer
Only to be embraced by the cruel grasp of
ocean spray
And the siren watches
Devastated as her involuntary rhapsodies
Capture these hearts of mortal men
She waits on her rocky precipice
to be born again
Abandoned to the solitude of covetous
affections and men wanting to be
More than friends
Suffocated by the masses of the doomed that would love her
To the very bursting of their ventricles
The roaring tide beats
at her stone pedestal in rhythmic lament
With lashing tentacles
The salty air thick with whimsical regret
Secrets of white noise and chemicals
And on the horizon
Odysseus is bound to an oak mast
Shore approaching so fast it almost takes him by surprise
Struggling against his bonds
with all of his willfully captive might
He hears the plaintive melody
The angelic sorrow of the siren
And the lilting allure of her jagged island
But even with this enticement
As his eardrums and heart
Beat in arhythmic frenzy
And he looks at the sailors' ocean tomb in envy
He resists the temptation
Like a deafened soldier
And while he desires nothing more
Than to console her
He knows that it is nobler to let her go
And as he glides by on the crystal waves
Of a high tide
The siren sees hope in a divine sky and a
Sunrise painted across the heavens like a work of art
Even as Odysseus hears the sound
Of his breaking heart
