She sang her song
A beautiful rendition
But kept her intentions
Insidiously hidden
I tried to swim away
Once I saw her
But she dug her claws
So deep into my skin
Making me stare
Into her seductive gaze
She continues to sing her song
Still to this day
My body has yet to be found
It's somewhere out there
Beyond the shipwrecks
And castaways
Near the shores of Lyonesse
My spirit is theirs to keep
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Open Letters To Closed Doors
PoésieA selection of poems from my first three collections with new ones thrown in...