A Man Named Silas Poem by Cheryl Jacob

There was once a man named Silas
Who refused to hear the siren’s call.
Spurned by unrequited love,
The siren withered.
But before she sighed her last breath
She remembered the words once said by William Congreve
“Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.'
With a siren’s last smile she vowed to
Hold true the words of the ages past.
Unknown and uncared for by the man she loved
She died at last.

Carefree traversed Silas
Unguarded for what was to come to his fold,
He danced a dance of a free man to last.
Slowly he saw the haze that shrouded all he knew.
In his slumber, he saw sweet arms calling to him
For embrace...only to be held to suffocate.
All that he held true...love, adventure, name and fame
...seemed to frown upon his footsteps all the same.
Life that he once beheld ceaseless
Seemed to be now endless.

When all was taken away
He wondered where it all wandered away.
In his ponderings he heard the whisper...
...the whisper of the siren’s call.
He then understood the demise of his world
But with a faint smile he mocked...
... the vanity that was... Love.