Siren

Down this downtrodden path I walk,

thinking happy thoughts,

songs of hope and promise surround me as I approach this mist-ridden shoreline,

I wade into the unknown becoming greedy to find the music box,

There is method to my madness however,

my troubled past had rendered me deaf; or so I thought.

Never did I believe I would once again listen to the sweet melody of peace.

At the floor of this ocean I now stand, completely submerged,

awaiting punishment for my greed.