The Sirens Song

I heard the sirens song,

It called to me.

Promising peace,

Promising luxuries,

Promising everything.

It drifted within the breeze,

Pulling me.

But it could not.

The rope that bound me held me tight,

Digging in to me as I struggled,

Rubbed my skin until it hurt,

For a moment I hated the rope.

I needed to follow the music,

I needed to fly with the sirens,

As we sailed,

The music faded,

The promises ended.

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