The men shout as the storm brews in
Some of their foots connect with my shin
I can’t understand why
I couldn’t move because of the song travelling through the sky
The rain poured in on my face
I stared at her revealing lace
She sang her own soliloquy
To her, I had so much to say
I dove in the water
Making last minute prayers to my Father
I heard the ship unite with a rock
My men’s screams were filled with shock.
I swam up to the beautiful lady with a harp
She smiled and touched me, her nails sharp.
Her white wings stretched up in the air, basking in glory
I was love struck; her eyes were sorry
“Do not leave me, my love,” I whispered as I floated on the sands of Byron.
She grants me with a kiss, my beautiful Siren.
