He reminisced of storm-struck gilded sands
Where innocence was lost, upon the dunes
Where memory was drowned in golden strands
That faded to the fresh new autumn moon
*oh roiling sea, what angered thee that night?
how dreadful was the fury of thy might!*
Thin shredded fingers, torn by jagged cracks
In jagged rocks, were blessed by numbing cold;
Raw crimson eddies swirled and circled, sacks
And boxes strewed on tides that ebbed and flowed
*oh woeful sea, how bittersweet thy kiss
that dragged unwary souls to thy abyss!*
Behold! Did shadows play on weary eyes?
The hunters' moon revealed a pallid hand
Awash among the flotsam; hope denies
The wonted outcome of the seas command
*oh jealous sea, why make young widows weep?
their souls you take, their hearts you cannot keep!*
Alas! A lass as still as still is calm!
Her breathless lips as deadly as the sea
That knew the siren, knew her sailors charm,
That knew her song, her haunting melody
*oh wicked sea, why did thou birth a maid
for whom the debt of life was never paid?*
In evil things a beauty still prevails
And beauty is a poison to the wise;
The siren, borne on stretcher, born of sails,
Was dragged back to the depths of all her lies
*oh mother sea, take back thy child of grief!
though thou would steal my soul, I am no thief!*
Water filled her nose, her mouth, her lungs,
Convulsing her to sip a salted breath;
Her parting lips prepared to voice her songs
That fated those who heard to blissful death
*oh hungry sea, thy daughter does thy deed!
take then thy fill to satiate thy greed!*
Yet from her lips there came no haunting sound,
No siren song came forth from frothing sea;
Her saddened eyes beheld the soul she drowned,
And in her grief she chose to cease to be
*oh grieving sea, what loss thou must have known!
thou took the rest, yet could not keep thine own!*
A tale is told of storm-struck gilded sands
Where innocence was lost; upon the dunes,
A siren with her hair of golden strands
Stands with a sailor 'neath new autumn moon
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC
He reminisced of storm-struck gilded sands
Where innocence was lost, upon the dunes
Where memory was drowned in golden strands
That faded to the fresh new autumn moon
*oh roiling sea, what angered thee that night?
how dreadful was the fury of thy might!*
Thin shredded fingers, torn by jagged cracks
In jagged rocks, were blessed by numbing cold;
Raw crimson eddies swirled and circled, sacks
And boxes strewed on tides that ebbed and flowed
*oh woeful sea, how bittersweet thy kiss
that dragged unwary souls to thy abyss!*
Behold! Did shadows play on weary eyes?
The hunters' moon revealed a pallid hand
Awash among the flotsam; hope denies
The wonted outcome of the seas command
*oh jealous sea, why make young widows weep?
their souls you take, their hearts you cannot keep!*
Alas! A lass as still as still is calm!
Her breathless lips as deadly as the sea
That knew the siren, knew her sailors charm,
That knew her song, her haunting melody
*oh wicked sea, why did thou birth a maid
for whom the debt of life was never paid?*
In evil things a beauty still prevails
And beauty is a poison to the wise;
The siren, borne on stretcher, born of sails,
Was dragged back to the depths of all her lies
*oh mother sea, take back thy child of grief!
though thou would steal my soul, I am no thief!*
Water filled her nose, her mouth, her lungs,
Convulsing her to sip a salted breath;
Her parting lips prepared to voice her songs
That fated those who heard to blissful death
*oh hungry sea, thy daughter does thy deed!
take then thy fill to satiate thy greed!*
Yet from her lips there came no haunting sound,
No siren song came forth from frothing sea;
Her saddened eyes beheld the soul she drowned,
And in her grief she chose to cease to be
*oh grieving sea, what loss thou must have known!
thou took the rest, yet could not keep thine own!*
A tale is told of storm-struck gilded sands
Where innocence was lost; upon the dunes,
A siren with her hair of golden strands
Stands with a sailor 'neath new autumn moon
