SIREN

SIREN

 

 

Neath the woe of Ulysses' blood and toil,

A sea of heavenly-fury once awaken'd

Her gaze clad in honey’d delirium ablaze

Of such beauteous prize, he shall yield;

For her tongue hath seized mortal desire

And lo the Moons’ glory shall weep in vain!

Journey’s of madness sung with promise;

A rising tempest hurl'd to Hades’ reign

Oceanic rhythms untwine love forbidden,

Breaking the mists of insatiable dreams

The Sirens call ebbed like darkness falling;

Her lust bleeding into the mythic abyss ..

His anguish bestow'd the folding tides,

Unto their lips would perish in mystery

Deeper jewel'd the haunting of his soul,

Forsaken to the ink of Orpheus' muse.

And ghostly twilight shone low and pale,

O’er the hum of those ethereal seas

Long wherest his heart shall forever sail

 

 

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