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A sirens' song did call me,
The fool I am took heed.
I felt
the stirring in my loins
And thought only, of my need.
Seductive temptress stir my soul,
Your song does fog
my mind.
Too late! I lay upon the stones
And yet, don't curse, your kind.
There'll come a day, I feel it,
When I will hold you in my arms.
I'll haunt the sea, to sirens' call
Too weak to fight your charms.
Embrace
me, by the ocean,
Within my watery grave,
If you hear, the sirens' call
I pray your soul be saved.
Copyright ©2002 Andrew R. Thornton
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