"The Siren´s Calling" by Kathleen Morgaine Haubrich

The Siren’s Calling

I scour close with mists ablaze

Amidst thy haze of mortal breath

Deposed of gods and beasts alike

Lured on by lust’s untimely death.

Dove of faint dawn, astray, depraved

Peak of thy spear, wicked, unsaved

Fiend’s incensed tongue, smoldered, bereaved

My touch deemed sinful, soft yet enslaved

I saunter nigh, alight with song

Deceit thence wanders, on mine eye

Upon my verse, thou hast no bounds

Within such yearning truths, I lie

I purr, I hum, I moan, I strum

Mine eyes do yearn, and call thou near

Thence traced the parting of yon lips

What reason hast you forth to fear?

“Adjoin, Brave Knight, alls not been lost!

Come hither men, waves hinder welcome,

Prithee, Good soul, mine arms exhaust,

Reach forth, drown’d slum, limbs chore not numb”

Thine face turns pale, to death anon

For under waves, thence shall you dwell

Hailed of the deep’s shrewd, slyest siren’s

Do I but cry thy last farewell.

Thy lume of peaches withers forth,

Upon your lips, fade not too much

Thou breathest not, nor fare along?

Dethroned my love with yonder touch?

Aurora breaks, red light dost shine

Blood of thy innocence, spilled ere’ night

My cunning soul, I shear, I bleed!

Though none shall hear mine own contrite.