Siren's Song.

Love is insanity.

A thirst driving madmen

to drink the salt waters

knowing somewhere deep that it is against

the law of survival, and yet they drink.

To feel the wetness upon their lips,

against their tongue, running over their buds

awakening dying senses that have tortured into oblivion

the sweet taste of honey.

Every sense teased by the sight, smell, taste of

such untouchable essence.

Calm nights with no breeze to sweep

away the dreams that plague every waking hour

of memories that filter through;

a collage of fleeting moments starting to loose their way

in the ocean that is life to these men.

And in a eternal cycle they see what is longed for.

She who is the cup - bearer, her precious cargo

spilling into a dark crevice with no sight or sound of it ending.

Running over, their lips are wet by the tips of their tongue

savouring what is to be their life-giver of the wetness

they have craved.

Trance euphoria consumes the hardened bodies,

drawing them close into the darkness

heaven has foreseen them with.

It is here that she drinks.

Quenches the thirst that has been plaguing her since time began.

Possessing and writhing against the flesh

that is in her nature to torment, time and time again.

Red skies with orange flames licking at the edge of oblivion

signal their death as she rides again for one last time.

Love's insanity is fed.