Siren
Siren:
The water thrashes against the long boat as my enchanting voice grasps the lonely sailors attention. Their eyes dance in wonder and awe as they gaze upon the vixen of water, slowly they lose control and I obtain their frail human willpower.
Their vessel sails into the bleak as it crashes into the rocks lining the oceans deep and with each bewitching note I sing my mother, the water brings them slowly to their watery grave.
I open my arms welcoming each man who plummets willingly from the bow and pity those who would rather drowned with great sadness and woe.
With one final course I croon, their ship crashes to the sandy bottom of the sea and there my sailors will wait with the other men who sailed into my murderous wake, for I am the vixen, the siren of the red sea.
Copyright © Whitney Hart | Year Posted 2012
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