The Siren Call

3 Aug

He knew the rocks were there
all along;
the ever-present timber-smashing teeth
below the froth.
But still he came to the Siren call,
half-knowing his own ruin as he sailed.


Now, dashed upon the rocks,
he slips under the waves,
drowning slowly.
Hands stretched out
he watches her fade away.

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