The Siren

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I'm a free spirit,
I dance with the wind,
I'm easy to find,
But not to catch,
So, who really,
Am I?

My hair flows,
Like a river of gold,
You'd only find in dreams,
And on top of it,
An iron crown,
Silencing my screams.

My dress,
Ripped and torn,
Swept across my body by the gales,
Once so beautiful and perfect,
But now broken at the seams and discoloured,
Soaked in red.

My mouth is stitched with golden thread,
Silencing my voice,
So that I can never spill anything dear.
And now I can never sing,
Luring the ones at sea to their early deaths,
And it's my secrets they'll never hear.

They call me the Siren,
Beautiful but deadly,
Dangerous but sweet.
Everything I touch leaves,
So here I'll wait,
For Death, I'll finally meet.

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Not my best poem, but I was trying out a different style. It's my official 30th poem! Whoo! *pops party popper* 🎉 🥳 🎈

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~CatlikeG  Xx

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