Halt, Shall The Bard Sing

Her voice calls to the men of sea. But heed not, she is the devil

Halt, Shall The Bard Sing

 

Sweetly sounding devils of nature’s kind

Golden hair, a crown of seaweed and thorns

She smiles with pale blue lips, slides up on a rock

Slick with salty sighs and barnacles, a city of coral waiting below

She leans back, revealing white skin slipping down into green

Scales of rainbow blue and yellow, dipped in depths of the sea

She curls her fingers with claws not to dig meat out of shells

Her mouth gapes wide and hollow, a grave of teeth and tongue

And from her comes a song of haunting angels, a phantom of a voice

With wind, its catalyst, a messenger of death sweeps the sea

Which man rides as its lover, entranced, she beckons

They follow like fools, to see such a woman they never had

With eyes like pearls and her smile now vanished

She tilts her head, eyes darkened like rain upon the wake, and she

Shrieks, cries, and laughs at them because they realize

Their bottom is scratching, yes the coral is tearing, sounds of creaking bones

A vehicle like a skeleton, and as they sink to their knees

One last vision, of an angel in anguish, the true soul of a woman

With such depravity and instinct of animal unknown, yet of the devil

Who has stopped the song to sink back down and find cold flesh

She rips them open with red fury fingers, pink like paint

Delights in the taste of vanity and vulgarity, her tongue delves into hollows

As she licks her hand clean and retreats, silent in slumber

And she will wait until man, once more, goes asunder

Author's Note

This, and the next poem I'll post, is my favorite. I really love this style, but I can only do it at certain times (usually in History class).

I'm sure what this is about is obvious. But I wanted it to be more frigthening. Didn't turn out like that.

Reviews

[Deepshikha]

This is beautiful, yet it's so morbid. Your imagery is absolutely breathtaking, and I felt like Odysseus, almost, watching the sirens sing...

[Molly]

I like this one. I was surprised at how it turns dark towards the end when the beginning is so cheerful. It's sort of eerily creepy but happy at the same time.