© 11-06-2011, G. V., All Rights Reserved© 07-05-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved(Iambic tetrameter)
A wraith you were in dreams, I felt you;
a ribbon blue you had to twine,
my destiny's sea drops and truth,
beneath the stars' ironic shine;
I know; the winds shall wave, nods lost;
my stare's on trails to dear home field,
a chorus of sunk souls foremost,
recites old songs of nimbus' grief.
My Siren spoke; from far beyond,
the height of skyward dome and stars,
our wishing spells above a pond,
where winds remind my verse and mars.
Sea vastness spreads, recalls are voiced,
- from countless depths, I feel the scythe
on Stygian links, her kiss is moist
- in solemn darkness the souls writhe;
from faraway she cares again
to touch my lips, and sing her notes,
a song of death to my arcane,
black Acheronian ship that floats.
Our steadfast sails to lines of gray,
the years we passed forever shine,
inside the winds her notes convey
her Siren's song to end my twine.
© G. V., 11-06-2011