Poets : kpmoulton / SMU865

Siren's Call

My friends tied me to the mast

Like good, naïve friends do

When I heard the siren calling

Pulling you towards the water's depths

They knew my will would never last

Your will may be your conscience, but your heart decides your path

No ropes could keep me from the sea

What good would firm ground be without ever seeing a face?

Your song was too enchanting-

My voice echoed outwards, pulling at your heartstrings

But as I drown, I was set free

Your heart rested, and my nature was shown-

My lungs cried out, recanting

You were my prey, my visions showed