Midnight Pub

A Siren Song

~theoddballphilosopher

In swoon of my heat exhaustion,

I find myself unseemingly cast among an deserted sea;

a sailor fated to an ill odyssey

Among a storm of doubts and unrecalled memories.

Among a rocky outcrop, hailed a Siren

Wailing to the top of her lungs like filling seawater.

I felt myself lured to her curtain call; a shark drawn

By a blood red scent.

Had I drew closer, my blood be drawn by her

Teeth, teeming with razors sharpened by the

sands settled on the ocean floor.

The Albatros, flying in with its wings spread

Across the heavens; shone in their shade

The gaunt and gruesome figure that

Gargled its siren song.

A screech from its beak and the waves obeyed

Rushing from deep beneath thrusting

My boat back from whence it came.

The moment my feet rested on the sandy shore

My thoughts turned to feelings of ease.

My gratitude for the Albatross was as

Immeasurable as the sky above.