A Final Wish

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