M U S E O F T H E S E A

She was an angel leading heaven's choir.
He was entranced, caught in a dulcet spell.
Her voice needed no flute, organ, or lyre,
yet he failed to hear the fateful death knell.

The sails of the sky billowed then released
tears of ink that stained the ocean pitch-black.
The storm was fervent, a raging sea beast.
The sailor knew there was no hope to turn back.

He sought his sacred angel of the sea,
but her visage had sunk beneath the waves.
He dove to rescue his Calliope,
sealing his fate to the ocean-bed graves.

The witch had given the siren a choice,
the sailor's life in exchange for her voice.