The Siren

by B. D. Faw
(With thanks and deepest admiration to Edgar Allen Poe)

On a still day I went sailing.
    Soon the wind began its wailing.
      In a trice it was a'galing:
        Lights and sounds resembling war.
Minutes soon turned into hours,
    Then to days of ceaseless showers.
      While I strained my failing powers,
        Vainly seeking any shore.
Sought in vain to find a harbor
    With a windward shelt'ring shore.
    But found darkness... NOTHING MORE!

I awoke from restless napping
    To the ocean's gentle lapping
      And the shredded rigging's tapping
        Funeral dirges on my door.
Through that door I sprung and froze
    As pungent fumes assailed my nose.
      And joys descended into woes
        When I espied that fearful shore.
Barren rock and sulphur vapour
    Like the planet's very core.
    Lifeless now and EVER MORE.

In that fearful desolation
    Occupant of souless Nation
      Caught my eye in admiration
        Beauty never spied before.
Bare yet barren breast enchants me
    Evil Beauty holds my fancy
      Feebly praying God soon grants me
        Respite from this fiend of lore.
From this lovely lifeless lady
    Luring luckless souls ashore
    To remain FOREVER MORE.

One last time my mind grew clear, it
    Came to me this evil spirit
      Wants my soul: to feel, to hear it
        Claim this evil paramour.
And I knew, as I sank deeper,
    If I loved this evil keeper,
      When I came to greet the Reaper,
        From my heart no Soul could pour;
For, by loving Evil Beauty
    And, thus spurning Heaven's Door,
    Doomed must I be EVER MORE.

Then, I thought I'd found her lever:
    "Linger now or linger never",
      Thus, believing I was clever,
        And had strengths of days of yore;
I then deigned to take it lighter,
    Pulled her tight and held her tighter,
      All the while my head grew lighter
        While my soul began to soar!!
So at last took leave, my senses
    And fell empty to the floor:
    Soulless now and EVER MORE!!

So take heed, Ye "Men of Vision"!!
    Heap no scorn, nor vile derision.
      Let thy tongues make no incision
        Of the ones who've gone before.
For your minds can not accept it
    Being more than visions peptic.
      Suffer now the fate of skeptic!
        And forever close the door
To the land of wild enchantment
    Where the birds of wonder soar;
    Lost to you FOREVER MORE!!


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Copyright (c) 1995 by B. D. Faw. This material may not be reproduced without written permission from the author. Such permission is not hard to get!