Poetry

Siren’s Call

Beauty in the waves, cold as the depths below,
 Tempting with secrets, you want to know.
 She answers the desires from weary fools
 Eager to forget their quest for treasure and 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 hold on to and know.

 Be cautious of the song that casts the spell,
 That calls the eager 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