Swirling sea of blue, purple and green
Strange how those colors always come back to haunt me

It is a curse
Graciously bestowed from a myth above
A beautiful voice breaks the silence
Ringing madness and a tint of despair
A blissful call to the depths of the sea
A one-way ticket to live forever in beauty

Too beautiful for category
Winged creatures
Not to fly, but to take the flight from others' wings

Sing the elders hiss at me Sing louder

I stop
But we're hurting them! I cry

They stare at me, horrified
Drag me by clipped wings to the altar
Pronounce my charge
Zeus, she will not sing

He muses
A siren who refuses to sing
What a curiosity
He looks me up and down, distastefully amused
As if I'm a favorite toy of his that he accidentally broke

Release her he says with a wave of his hand
The elders gasp
Should she not be destroyed? A chorus of their gravelly voices ask

Zeus glares at them
Of course she should
But she'll do that to herself
Imagine, knowing you have so much power, just by opening your mouth and never being able to use it
She will break. She will drive herself mad or she will sing
And that will be the end of that

He smiles at me
Goodbye now he waves one hand
And they throw me out to the humans
Who are just as ready to mock my strange looks and past
As to take me in

I will go mad for them still
I will not use my words for evil, for unintended harm
I must not sing
**I must not sing