An Old Folklore: The Siren and Her Lover


They said he was mad

His brain went wild in search of the sea

His body weathered under the elements

Arms strong clutched around oars that pushed to him to see.


He roamed under street lamps

Walked from cobblestone to sand to hear the siren's song

They say he was enchanted

Bewitched by sweet notes under the moon

Thus, fell in love with woman that lived in the sea.


So every fortnight under the silver moon

He travelled afar in his boat to hear the sweet tidings of his lover notes

When he came back rowing in the blazing sun

His face contorted in pain

For he was departed from his lover again.


T'was that one stormy night when he cried for the Gods to make him immortal

So he and his siren shall never be apart

But the Gods were not pleased for he had smite their name

Unbalancing the mortal world for his love for her.


So mad was he, betrayed the rules set down

Rowed into the sea under black skies

His lover's tail caressed and her tears melted his eyes

Her beauty forever captured his heart.


But the Gods' looked down from high above

Watching the two unaware as they enjoyed the secrets of their love

Their defiance angered the Gods' raging storm

Creating terror for the creatures above and below.


Some say it was she that killed him

With her golden comb

Pierced his agonized heart

So his soul will be forever immortalized for her alone

But others say it was the Gods that killed him

For the courage and heart to betray their decree.


So every fortnight on this lonely island

We sing the siren's song in remembrance of her lover

But sometimes if you listen closely you could her cry

And on every stormy night as the wretched waves crashes unto land

You can see under black skies a boat rowing out into the night.

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