An old sailor in a tavern
Within him is a deep cavern
His time at sea
Brought him no glee
No comfort for his soul
Love, his long forgotten goal
No hope holds he
Never was he free
For all the time on his ship
And all the gold in his grip
He hath denied for far too long
The true thing to which he belonged
The love of a sweet lass
But too much time hath passed
Near death he knows
Nor does he oppose
His time has come
The tavern door opens
A shaken sailor enters the room
His tale his filled with doom
He speaks of a sea witch
Those at sea she does bewitch
Lures them near her with her song
When they are too close
The life they have goes
She pulls them in the water
She rips them apart, bloody slaughter
The old sailor overhears
He knows how he wishes to die
No more times shall he ever cry
With a new fire in his eyes…
He now wants the end he decides
To the siren he goes
His soul how it bellows
For the release of death
A way to end breath
With plugs in his ears
Her abode he now nears
He sees her in the light
By the gods! What a sight!
She radiates beauty and grace
He gazes upon her face
She beckons him forth
His voice comes in barely a whisper
“My lady, I know what you are and what you do”
“My only final wish before I am dragged into the blue”
“Prithee I beseech you to end me in a final embrace”
“My heart cries for a love I never had I'm painfully encased”
“When I look upon thine beauty I feel something most bittersweet”
“If it would please you before you feast upon my meat”
“Allow me to die with thine kiss upon my lips”
“Allow me to drown and let my soul outward slip”
“Then you shall be able to do what you will with my remains”
As the final question parts his mouth
She nods ever slightly
His happiness burns brightly
He removes the plugs from his ears
They embrace
She begins to sing, to lull
And to allow pain to dull
“Rest now thine weary bones”
“No more shall you groan”
She begins their descent to his death
“I shall heal your wounds”
“Your love you hath found”
He sees only her vivid green eyes
He wishes to sleep and finally die
He feels the soft brush of her lips
“I shall grant your desire”
“You no longer hath ire”
“Gaze and rest”
No longer does she sing
Sweet death does she bring
As the old sailor shuts his eyes
His final thought before he dies
His final wish hath been granted
And the siren shall feast
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