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VxPoem ID: 38432
Category:
myth_legend
Posted: June 4th. 2010 11:31:10 AM
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Dark Lover Part 2; Song of the Siren
by Sparrowgael
Age Group: Adult
Doldrums hold them in its grip,
no wind to fill the sail;
though prayers are rising from the ship
they come to no avail.
Aeolus does not seem to hear
the pleas the men have cried,
while Neptune’s quick to reappear
and bind them to the tide.
As day turns into star lit night
and night turns into day
they drift upon their seaborne plight
helpless to break away.
The limits of their minds are stretched
too far beyond their power,
and sanities tenuous grasp is wrenched
long hour after hour.
The captain keeps a steady hand,
the lookout keeps his guard
for any sign of distant land
not written on the chart.
Horizon seems a steady line
between the sea and sky;
no sandy beach’s glitter and shine
attracts his searching eye.
Yet somewhere to the east, it seems,
or maybe to the west,
drifts an echoed sound of dreams,
a lovers lost request.
It resonates and inspires their trust
as it settles on their ear
and draws them by their deepest lust
while calming all their fear
Come come come unto me
all ye men who sail on the sea
come and lie in my shade to rest
your head upon my silken breast.
Come come to where flowers grow
and I’ll tell you everything that I know,
come and find a sweet release
and I will grant you peace.
“A vast!” at last, the Captain cries
“Put every man to oar!
Row hard toward the western skies
and distant, hidden shore!
Go put your backs into it boys
today we’ll make ye men;
we’ll row her home and know the joy
of solid earth again!
Hurry each man to his post!
There’s much work to be done
if we’re to see that distant coast
before the setting sun!”
And there somewhere beyond the mists
creeping along the brine
the haunting lullaby insists
in melodies sublime:
Come come come unto me
all ye men who sail on the sea;
you’re getting warm and drawing near
don’t stop now, you’re almost here.
Come to where the heavens meet earth
you will at last be safe at berth,
come and find your sweet release
and I will grant you peace.
The ship continues on its course
toward the haunting voice.
Their only wish, to find its source,
they have no other choice.
The song has gotten to their minds,
the music fills their heads;
they dream of passion most divine
in sweetest flower beds.
They know they’re drawing near her,
they cannot stop to rest,
and shimmering cape grows clearer
in sunset’s gleaming west.
But the craggy shore awaits them
as they heed the siren’s beck;
and her soothing voice placates them
as their ship is cast to wreck.
They feel her hands upon their flesh
and dance beneath the waves
then give release to final breaths
in underwater graves.
Each man alone yet with his love
of beauty well renowned,
she draws him deep within her cove
and pulls him further down.
He knows no fear, he’s happy there,
for nothing can define
the soothing sweetness that he hears
carried on the brine:
Come come come unto me
we’ll make sweet love beneath the sea.
I’ll shelter ye with my moist caress
and keep you here in my ancient nest.
Once beyond the veil I'll show
you everything there is to know.
Come, I am your sweet release
and I will grant you peace.
Author's Location: Concord, New Hampshire
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