The Siren Poem by John Michael Elritz Gallo

Hanging on the rusty chains of this dark lair,
I, trapped breathless, was rotten in time
My sweat trickled down to my cheek and
Drip- drop- drip- dropp all they went.
Tick- tock-tick- tock,
Went the old clock.
The short hand pointed on seven;
The long hand pointed on twelve.
Grasping for breath,
I tried to reach to something
To get up
But I was nerveless,
I was like a soul ready to enter the hell.
Except, I was able to see
Through the corner of my eye.
There, I see black butterflies prancing, taunting.
A kiss came to my toes; that was ticklish.
Then I concluded my time ends in
Five- four- three- two…a siren I heard.