Lurein Ley

Lurein Ley

He did not return,

despite her beauty,

for he had betrayal

on his mind.

So she sat atop

one hundred metres high

combing her fine locks

of gold and moonbeams,

and waited.

She stared out to sea

and saw all the dreams

that love had created

in woven threads,

tricks of emotion.

The cold gripped her soul,

an empty hunger,

a confusion of tears and rages,

as she stared in hollow glances

at the cold waters

of the Rhine that waited

to consume her heart.

So she took a step

and dived head first

into deaths salvation,

her purgatory etched

into the pain

of her dying eyes.

Now she lingers

in revenge to seek,

the souls of sailors

that she may wreck

upon the rocks of time;

with her beauty and

a whispered melody

from her

murmuring rock.

 

25/08/12

Reviews

[afra]

great write ...i enjoyed it

[Junert]

Wow. It's perfect and strong.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Junert

[Yheela]

A very good piece! A story, but a poem, and so vivid! Loved it!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Yheela!

[Marie]

So that's where she came from!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yup but actually from legend!

[Tate Morgan]

Ah the sound of the sirens that becon us all promising love delivering death

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This was stimulated by reading one of John Fitzgeralds magnificent poems!