My call draws him ever closer,
Yet with all my strength, I push away.
Held to where he must not follow,
My heart longs only to stay.
Ravaged ships lay all about me;
I’m to blame for their demise.
With each silent breath, I grow weaker;
My only life lay in these lies.
So I sing to my own ruin;
I sing my greatest pain.
His death or mine will greet the ‘morrow.
This siren’s curse will sting again.
I wrote this over a year ago as part of a tragic love story I was working on.
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