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Lukas

Merlin to Mermaid

M erlin, magician, foresight filled,

E xtending sight beyond the seas

R eigns saw which rose to heights that tease

L ow saw them sink, their promise stilled.

I s this life’s prophecy fulfilled

N one should contest though soon veins freeze ?

T ime is too short, and stiff the fees

O ffered, taken, - ambitions killed.

M ermaid made blood melt, then chilled

E nthusiastic energies

R emoved all barriers to please

M ind, body, soul, seduction skilled.

A cross life’s net thoughts intertwine

ID eas, identities, combine ...

...../.....

See Man Seizure – or Mal de Mer Maids

Siren drinks to weep,

swan song seldom wrong, she thinks, -

seaman sinks to sleep.

Mermaids keep salt clinks

unfathomable to reap

secrets deep …/… sense shrinks.

...//...

Siren Song

They heard sweet siren calling

through airwaves from the West,

the song was neat, recalling

the finest and the best,

it wove thread so enthralling

to wash away the rest,

sent competition sprawling

and waved away all rest.

All felt sweet siren calling.

All who that music heeded

were haunted by her flaunting.

She offered what they needed

or what they thought was wanting,

and further wishes seeded.

Unequalled, fair and daunting -

all warnings went unheeded –

she led all onwards, taunting,

as Fate’s dire doom was speeded.

Some for her bounty fulsome,

some for her beauty rare,

from town and county bosom

all rushed, – one grace to share.

One face shone forth there, twosome

to each vowed all, see their

wander-lost souls there succumb

few for advice could care,

enthralled by beauty’s blossom.

All who tuned in conceded

the need for greater needs,

each sought her breast then kneeded,

full flesh for milk which feeds

the senses which proceeded

to mirage that misleads.

Each goal, when reached, receded -

rich promise proved dry weeds –

all by their dreams impeded..

Each eye was sparkling beady

with private visions wide, -

those visions soon turned seedy,

anticipations died.

For siren mistress greedy

to vanity replied,

the piper pied tone reedy

led on to mirage bride

who, wanton, doom supplied

to those tongue-tied but needy.

Soon swan song turned to siren -

harsh, strident, echo high -

trust blown by gust, fell silent,

fell dread did hopes belie

bell tolled, soft tone to iron

soon turned, to scope deny,

while with disaster’s eye on

their lust her will did lie.

Soon swan song spurned by siren.

To ashes urned ambition

swift burned – west, north, south, east –

too fast the blast’s ignition

to dust turned man and beast : -

no pardon, no remission,

was granted, not the least,

upon decomposition

few shall remain to feast ...

So ends this composition

with inspiration ceased.