In shadowed woods, where whispers weave
The lost traveler hears the siren's song
A lullaby, sweet and seductive, it calls
Through moonlit trails, where dreams belong
With silver rays, the moon unfurls
A guiding light amidst the midnight sky
But heed caution, for beauty deceives
And truth may wear a dark disguise
Deeper he ventures, through forest's veil
Seeking the source of this enchanting voice
Frantic steps echo, crunching on gravel
Yet nothing drowns the melody's poise
Enraptured, the traveler is bound
A captive to this angelic sound
His senses consumed, only one desire
To find the owner, so lost and profound
Blinded by longing, he fails to perceive
The abyss that awaits at the ravine's edge
In a fleeting second, his scream is devoured
By depths unknown, a tragic mispledge
From the precipice, a woman looks down
In tattered white, her gown once pure
Stains of blood, like a haunting scar
Remnants of love lost, now endure
On a rocky perch, she begins to sing
A warning to all, her tale unveiled
Beware, ye travelers, her mournful plea
For the siren's vengeance, she has hailed
No longer alive, her soul seeks recompense
For broken promises and shattered dreams
Men, lured to their deaths, in depths they plunge
Their screams echoing through night's dark seams
Yet, with a smile upon her solemn face
The siren's hope for justice still remains
She weaves her song, from love's bitter threads
Awaiting the day revenge will be obtained
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Song of Sorrows: An Anthology
PoesíaSong of Sorrows delves into the subject of mortality through a diverse range of poetic expressions, offering a thought-provoking exploration of the universal human experience.
