Sirens in the Street

“Sweet coupled airs we sing.

No lonely seafarer

Holds clear of entering

Our green mirror.”

-Homer, The Odyssey

The man, flesh and mind, was tied to the mast;

As the battered vessel approached

The island of doubt, a deceptive deadly landmass

(Which the seeress reproached).

Strange power had lulled the raging swell.

The earth shaker’s domain had grown

Calm now, through some devious spell;

As if cast by an agent of Persephone.

The silence (in the air salted)

Immersed and climbed his spine;

Though his oars weren’t halted,  

Emotion, motion seemed suspended in the brine.

Suddenly, across the placid expanse -

The way dawn softly invades evening sky -

An arduous aria began to advance;

Lovely voices singing to him their lullaby.

They beckoned his wearied mind,

With their harmonic song of allure;

And he desperately craved to find,

The source of this melody – so pure.

Luckily, he couldn`t escape the bind,

And follow where others have before.

Despite the victory and trials still ahead:

The potential doom impending dread -

He couldn`t forget those words they said;

Wonderful and fatal, still consuming his head

Composed By: A.D.