A Siren's Song

A bell will meddle sweetly, Dancing to it's chime. A shadow casted openly, Smothered with design. It's contour shaping softly, A pillar of gold strength. The shadow glaring back at it, A sickly dripping stain. It's heart is sudden single It's muttered phrase reclined. It's rocking you to sleep at night. It's dwindling down the twine. When will a gilded car crash Take it's place tonight, To ease my troubled waking And set my stomach right. I've not yet wanted anything But to be that charming drain. To settle all the whimpers, The toothaches and the pain. To ward off all this wanting And replacing it with need. To chip away a coveted bell Tainted through with greed. I'm pulling on it's pendulum, I'm knocking on it's door. It's halo slightly dimmed of light. It's riches nearing poor. Defeated just by patience And slowly slipping time. A weakened stifled laughter Will never hear her chime.