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Saturday, March 29, 2008

The Siren

I am sure you often heard of her
In stories that were told

Of bird deprived of womanhood
Too treacherous and cold 
But not of maiden young and sweet 
With tender heart of gold 

She's always been misunderstood 
For being proud and bold
But now that she is older
Her story shall be told:

She stopped to sing awhile ago 
And waited long in silence
For one brave man to sail to her
And dare approach her island

But no such sailor came along
She lives alone at sea
She used to wait, she used to pray
And then she let it be

The time has come, I choose to sing 
I'll sing and you will see
The Siren's myth all known to you
Will be revised by me

From high above the sea she sang 
Of wisdom and of truth
But men who came ashore remained
To taste forbidden youth

They were enchanted, I agree
I don't deny her charms
But you should know she never held
A sailor in her arms

She did not slay or kill a soul
She  always sang alone
Men loved her face and liked her song
But never sang along

Ignoring meaning of her words
They listened at her feet
They did not learn until too late
That they could not compete

With her own dream of one 
Who'd know and understand her song
Who'd sing along and dance with her
To whom she would belong

He never came, her one true love
And others did not dare
To measure up to her sweet dream
Of one beyond compare

Odysseus never even tried
He sailed away instead
To mast of ship so roughly tied
She did not want him dead

If he had given her a chance
And rested at her shore
He would have spared her loneliness
And gained keys to her door

She would have kept her word to him
And taught him all she knew
Then he'd be free to go his way
To sail the world anew 

As far as other sailors go
I must admit to you
She  never loved any of them
And made sure that they knew

Completely on their own accord
Men chose to take their life 
She cared little, truth be told
And tossed each corpse aside

Eventually a pile formed
Attracting hungry birds
To feast on sailors corpses' bones 
They came ashore in flocks

They spread the news around the world
Of sailors and the song
And that, my friends, precisely is
How Siren's myth was born