vengeance of the nymphs

Sisters born of the seed of waters,
each cursed by a jealous sorceress,
exiled to live among wind and stone,
we are other, we are not alone.
You are my eyes and I am your arms.
In your throat my fierce thirst is quenched.
You are the goddess that I serve, and
I am the cold doom you prophesy -
a demonic tongue that gathers up
the fearful ooze of primal nightmares -
a grim concavity in which rots
the wreckage of your fatal allure.
You stand in brooding majesty while
I whirl incestuously below.
My whorish mouth inspires your delight,
and grinning with sly malevolence,
at your command, feral winds are loosed,
and bloody Sirens are heard to sing.
Hypnotized with lurid loveliness,
so rock seems as supple as woman,
and their manhood more desirable
than any creations of the gods,
lonely sailors bring their boats too close
and drooling from my churning vortex,
I gobble up the flesh you've summoned,
sucking men into my death dream lips
and swallowing every drop of life
into the belly of my ocean.
The sorrowful shrieks as they are drowned
are the moans of our satisfaction.