Siren

The creak of old ship beams

the sighs of tired men

fog drifts over water

like paper pressed to pen

Out past the bowsprit

from the unseen beyond

comes a voice like spun gold

casting spells with no wand

Pressed flat to the deck

hands slapped tight to his ears

a man screams his warning

through the mist of his tears

The ship moves with purpose

pulled tight on a string

to the source of that song

to the end of all things

Long and shimmering fins

mouths stretched tight with glee

they wait for the ship

black eyes and wild teeth

Sharp rocks up ahead

but the ship isn't turning

the men sway like lovers

held trapped in their yearning

Wood splinters jagged

high screams split the air

decks drenched in saltwater

the topsails stripped bare

The songs runs its course

then laughter like fire

it burns and it burns

witches strapped to a pyre

On the banks sit the guilty

their cruelty untamed

dense fog lifts around them

their shoreline bloodstained

Claws dig deep into feasting

lips smeared with dark red

and the wind softly echoes

through the bones of the dead

There is blue in the water

there is sun in the sky

and tomorrow a new ship

will surely pass by