PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Is the most beautiful thing

to fall upon a dying man's ears,

To wrap him with the music's embrace,

as his memories are stolen from his years.

And yet he drowns happily

with her lips upon his own,

As she wipes his mind clean through

of every love he has ever known.

She will subtly kiss his brow,

and make his entire heart swoon,

As she continues to empty and

drag him down to impending doom.

And yet he never thinks to struggle.

Or to even begin to complain.

Because he doesn't remember how to speak,

or even what was his own name.

For what a Siren dares to sing,

Is never from her own memory

Only what she chooses to grab

from dying souls like you and me.

And even though you sink into the blue,

comtemplating what your body says is wrong.

You will never remember until your last breath,

that you were trapped by a Siren's Song....