Song of the Siren

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SONG OF THE SIREN
by Imaginator

The Siren sings from the shore each night
Her song of flattery heard in the dark

Upon the waves of the moonlit sea
My tall and slender craft I drive
My mast stands proud, my sail to the wind
Stretching, spreading, swaying, bending

The Siren sings

Over dark waves she spies my craft
Drifting, swaying, tilting, rising
Over dark ocean she swims to meet me
Naked, gorgeous, vibrant, splendid

The Siren sings

Her breeze takes hold of sheet and stay
Stretching, twisting, tugging, bending
Her spray falls sweet upon my deck
And her hand is upon my wheel

The Siren sings

My keel skips over the foam of her tide
My bow hangs over her widening tide
My keel sinks into the cloud of her sky
My bow dives into her thundering sky

The Siren sings

Her clouds cascade with wind and rain
Dancing, laughing, singing, shouting
Her clouds envelop my tall proud mast
And her hand is upon my wheel

The Siren sings

“My love, my own, my love, my own
Let me, let me, let me, let me
Calmly, safely, gently, fondly
Guide your mast through the storm of my sky”

The Siren sings

“Gently, fondly, skillfully, boldly
Let me, let me, let me, let me
Carry you over my sundering tide
My own, my love, my own, my love”

The Siren sings

And her hand is upon my wheel
Steering me, tossing me, driving me, crashing me
Into the walls of her sea-washed cliffs
And raking me over the shoals of her depths

The Siren sings

“My love, my own, my love, my own
Skillfully, boldly, gladly, wildly
Let me, let me, let me, let me
rip the sail from your tall proud mast”

The Siren sings

“Gladly, wildly, freely, madly
Let me, let me, let me, let me
Drown your tall and slender craft
My own, my love, my own, my love”

The Siren sings over my wreck each night
Her song of victory heard in the dark

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