Call of a Siren

A raging tempest creates turmoil 
For the sailors asea 
Raging waters, a cruel foil 
For the sailors who seek 
A land of prosperity, 
Of infinite possibilities 

But as the waves crash 
And the salty sprays splash, 
Their hopes grow dimmer 
As the creaks of the ship’s timbers 
Grow louder and grimmer 

And a loud crash emanates from the fog 
As the bowsprit starts to shiver 
And the lanterns begin to shimmer 

As hope fades with the light, 
From the foggy, angry waters 
Floats a voice, sweet and pure as silver 

“Oh, stout-hearted sailors lost asea, 
Sail to me, and I’ll put your minds at ease 
With my entrancing melodies 

Pay heed to your desires 

Feel the passion in your heart 
That burns like wildfire 

For thy stoic, brave hearts know what they seek, 
And when you let your blinded minds finally see, 
Only then will you find your way to me.” 

A serene melody follows: 

“Precious rose, sweet rose 
Uprooted by a breeze 
Now awash and lost asea 
Take my hands 

And dance atop the waves 
Dance with me 
Take a chance and dance 
Your woes away with me.” 

The voice is soothing and eases their minds, 
Temporarily entranced 
In a hypnotic daze 

The captain veers the ship 
Towards the sound of heaven 
While the sea, with open jaws, 
Waits patiently below 

“Oh, stout-hearted sailors lost asea, 
Is that you I see sailing, 
Following the ocean breeze? 
Is that you drawing evermore nearer, 
So very near to me? 

Pay not a care to the squall 
Pushing you towards that outcropping reef 
Pay no mind to your hull 
That has broken with ease 

For here I am to greet you 
In this cold ocean blue 

Here I am to consume you 
In my cold ocean blue 

Tender meat, sweet meat 
Brought to me by the breeze 
Allow me to grasp you 
So that I may feed 
Then you may all rest, 
Sailors so brave, 
Forever residing in your briny graves.”