The Lost Siren Poem by Avery Eglantine

A man's fascination to the sea
brought his home near the shore
Expected no strange thing to see
yet was long long time afore

Allured me naught of thine sweet song
to femme fatales rather to child
I was to help, don't get me wrong
King Neptune's wrath was mild

I stare at the eye of the siren
Felt as if I was beguiled
yet my tail grew be tale yet unseen
To waters transform the siren; child.

Growth webbed foot to tail and hand
Acenter the sea was a ship
Tailed, enchanted I; unable to stand
Demeter made me winged, I leaped

Aboard a ship, to frame of the sail
The winged mermaid child turned to nymph
Thither down crew enchantress wail
Witches are they that scream?

Illuminating water captured in a net
Place to go for the siren; child.
She suddenly jumped afore time was set
Aye! She's gone, I am reviled.

Her sepulchre was the floor planks
Ran down I to witness yet witches hissed
Blood and flesh welcomed the cranks
In no time, in that place we'll coexist