Siren (In the Dark)
I circumnavigate a resplendent globe.
A fiery tangle of thorns and strobes.
The masses rise up against my imagination.
Diseased, unwashed and tragic devastation.
A siren calls out in the dark night.
A call to arms a way to fight.
Oppressive whispers in my ear.
I'm never scared but yet I fear.
Copyright © Daniel Corcoran | Year Posted 2009
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