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Sirens - The Cold Embrace Of Death
Ah! shipmate obsession with blonde pleasures
but treachery’s buried in treasures feminine gold
a flute a lyre voices honey dipped in danger
temptation burns Hades flames on sunset waters
sea-devils those she-devils salty tear sweet
ooh songstress sisters just a taste
a kiss on lips that set fire to desires with song
my sailor’s appetite hungers for heaven
whet by curves wet and flowing with fanned betta fins
ship's mainmast in full sail filled with chanting gales
to get there find her to possess her love her
lessons of unholy lore lost to forbidden allure
tidal surge drives male urge upon damsel-damned rocks
the scree will drown my sinking screams
sea-bed romance a myth in breath less murk
oh songstress trio so fluid so corrupt
flute a primal plea lyre a trembling snare
hymns those wind-songs committing mortal sins
fallen angels’ sea-mist-sigh a lyric doom to die
where black waves undulate with serpentine virgins
entranced by wooers weavers of wind and wave
a sailor’s fate awaits escape in vain
my bane their sunlight tresses turned a seaweed tangle
I’m wrapped in temptress threads before I’m dead—
cold embrace of death in shallows' greed swallows me
gull a laughing witness fades in clouds
knows my seaman’s crossed bones will brine
opiate of the sea my soul’s shipwreck their ecstasy
pulse of blood drunk with lust a poor warrior
against underwater rush and underworld quicksand
Copyright ©
Susan Ashley
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