The Siren
Upon the rocks she sat
Calling to all who would hear
“Come, Come, safety is here”
“Trust my call and shelter will be yours”
Vision lovely, tempting, longing
Respond they did one by one
Some had focus and cleared the rocks
Others fell short and met their doom
But still she called
“Come, Come, safety is here”
“Trust my call and shelter will be yours”
Those that grasped a touch of her feet
Felt the surging power of her soul
All they heard was her voice
And nothing more
Others she embraced as a Mother
Flock around her heels they did
Hanging on her every word
Some only heard
“Come, Come, safety is here”
“Trust my call and shelter will be yours”
When the darkness became light
Her duty ended
She walked off as a spirit and was no more
Not a trace to be found
Was she real, or did we create her!?
Did she leave behind a trail of joy or sadness!?
A heroic legacy or the drawing of fools!?
Upon the rocks we now lie
Calling
“Help us, help us
All we needed was shelter
Where is the haven we can trust!?”
Siren song sounds no more
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