The Siren Song
The Siren often sings to me
A mournful gypsy sound
Her beauty is a melody
Of riches that abound
She sings of love and lucidly
Her language is a thrill
To make our modest misery
A mansion on a hill
The colors of a tree comply
Before the Fall is fled
To justify the reason why
The leaves are turning red
Oh Siren, daughter of the sea
Thy song, a lover’s kiss
Thy slaughter is the ecstasy
Of every sad remiss
So many men are dreaming still
The fortune of their lies
They cannot fill the raging will
That feeds on their demise
Oh Siren, stir, the magic cure
That means your love is free
And please be sure, that your allure
Is peaceful after me.
Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2023
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