The sirens call
from the murky waters below.
If I should fall,
down I will go.
From the murky waters below,
their voices ring in my ear.
Down I will go;
I've nothing left to fear.
Their voices ring in my ear,
a captivating lullaby.
I've nothing left to fear;
take me to your paradise!
A captivating lullaby,
a song I cannot tune out,
take me to your paradise!
The waters embrace me now.
A song I cannot tune out,
may death be a blissful fate.
The waters embrace me now.
I cannot escape.
May death be a blissful fate
if I should fall.
I cannot escape
the sirens' call.
09.17.18
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoetryLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...
