I'll fly you away where Sirens sing,
They call out, wanting my everything,
So tempting is this virtuous form,
These Unfathomable notes in which they muse,
They beckon you to come to bed,
Calling out The living dead.
o, i really like this one..... the last line just does it for me...: P
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Agreed...superb write here indeed