Poetry

Siren’s Call

Beauty in waves, cold as the depths below,
Tempting with secrets, you want to know.
She answers the desires from weary fools
Eager to abandon their quest for jewels.

A child of the water, a soul so free,
A vision of legends from the deepest sea.
Too precious to cage, too desired to let go,
A passion so great, to capture and know.

Be cautious the song that casts the spell,
That calls the soul to the darkest well.
Where love is desired, only sleep can be found,
In the watery grave, where her lovers are bound.

Kay Lynn Rice
11/02/2020