The Siren Poem by R K Summers

A lost woman of ocean charm, a violin strapped to her arm
Singing of a lonely queen to the raging cruel marine
A zodiac wheel spiralling out frozen fears and icy doubt
Words of wisdom tearing apart the false lies of a broken heart.
The island of Anthemusa, the home of the damned
Dark enchantress, an azure rose wrapped in sand.

Trapped between the devil and the deep blue sea,
However can there be a sweeter singer than she?

A ship against horizon glow, the sails coloured white as snow
The ocean preaches to her, draws her like a King to myrrh
Knives and needles, moonlight pounding, on the ocean floor surrounding
No ship of day or dark night ever could evade their bite
But still the Siren draws them with her song of silence,
Her silver eyes yield to a sapphire garden of suspense.

Up rose her sweet sisters from the deep blue sea,
And the gods became angry when one became three.

One man secured to the mast, the rest deafened with wax
Ignorant of the lure, the call; thus the Sirens fail to enthral
Their voices send to graves the sound of the winds and waves
While their powers drown out their screams and their shouts.
The ship sails on, unharmed, blind to her near-missed fate
The earth shook, the mountains spit fire, and the Sirens abate.

The sea threw her white-crowned coat over the land
And thus the Sirens perished by their own rebellious hand.