Quiet is the night
Sailing gently on a breeze,
As the waves softly dance
We take our ship to sea.
The whisper of their voices,
Of weary delicate tones
Heighten my own senses,
With their eerie woeful songs.
Young sailors have been warned
Of their deadly beautiful rue,
And They must heed fair warning
Keep an eye peered for their view.
Behold their hypnotic beauty
Chaotic is their reign
The siren song will call you
To a lonely watery grave.
-Antony King © 2016
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