The Sirens Poem by BondStark 007

The cerulean briny waves are churning
O'er sparkling shores and golden sands
The sun is flaring blazing and burning
Near is verdant and halcyon land
Waves of harmony and choral melodies
Wafted towards us like the famed Pan's flute
The legend spread in the imperial seven seas
Akin to Apollo's illustrious necked lute
"Come nigh o sailors of the ship"
The alluring voices would incessantly chant
For a sporadic phenomenon was to come - an eclipse
Ears stuffed with beeswax, my comrades and I
Would dare not to veer close by