Upon the dark and misty rocks
'twixt storm and crashing wave,
'tis where the stories warn about
the Witch of Siren's Cave
With raven locks upon the wind
and eyes that burned the heart,
one gaze turned men to piles of ash,
wind-strewn and blown apart
I rode one night, aside the cliffs
beneath the silver moon
My hat blew off and set upon
the jagged rocks of doom
Down I climbed, and walked the shores
with caution in my tread
for fear I find myself before
the curse that mortals dread
But then I heard a dulcet tone
upon the ocean breeze
Enthralled I was, and let the song
lay all my fears at ease
The words, the notes, they swarmed my head
like rich and luscious wine
I followed well that honeyed voice
with footsteps kept in time
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A/N: This was written a long time ago, spur-of-the-moment, for a writing prompt on Reddit. Unfortunately, I had to stop writing due to limited time on my hands and also because I got stuck.
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Beneath The Moonlight
PoetryKnights in shining armour, doomed princesses, witches... all the subjects of lost song and lore. A collection of fantasy-flavoured poetry that doesn't quite fit anywhere else. Cover by @Leighabear0625
