Siren songs suffused the air
And not a man among my ships
Could bear to direct their ears
To any other sounds, or thoughts, alike.

And though their songs
Were beautiful,
And seemingly ethereal
They held no sway over me.

For my thoughts have not,
For even but a moment

Wandered far from you.

And though the sirens
Tried to steer my ship
Towards the jagged shallows

I’m doing just fine
Charting a course
Where I’ll be hanging from the gallows