Siren

[Trixxter@aol.com]

She lures me in among ancient rocks
that live and breathe like minor gods
with waves born out of the icy deep
to swamp the decks of simple barks
of men too proud to stay in port
when every warning bell is rung;
but I hear her sacred voice calling
through the rain, the terrible storm,
seeking out the lair of mystery,
responding to the lure of beauty:
secret words - a hidden language
cut into the parchment of music
with the deft strokes of a goddess
having every muse at her command;
no simple demon is this fierce spirit,
but more than any temptress could
she pulls me in to the endless ocean
where I die at last in her pleasing arms
as the tempest enfolds mortal's body
and I descend in salty tears below,
never to wake again in my old world
but alive in death and perfect song
at last alone, with her, my Siren.