1The Siren’s Sorrow

Sputtering Life,

Cursed for eternity,

Flowing endlessly.

Wings of sea foam,

A halo of moss,

Sentry for this ghost of a ship.

My flesh is pale and water logged,

These scales have bound my legs,

I sing my sorrow for those to hear...

Instead I summon the sympathy of a corpse.

‘What good’ I cry, ‘What good is this voice?

These angelic features?

If all I receive

Are tears of salt and screams of sorrow?’