The Siren

Composed 4/23/15
Description: Something a little different. A short tale.

He gave his heart up freely
To any stranger with a smile
His shirt, his watch, his well-worn hands
Were theirs after awhile

A phony chance encounter
Led him into harpy claws
He could never see the ugly
Only hear a beauty’s song

But this knight in shining armor
Had a princess at his side
Who saw through the illusion
With a stare like sharpened knives

Brandished sword then skewered
Screeching siren through the throat
The song that once had lured
Broke with last unholy note

Sorrowful, indeed, but the knight would love again
His nature, sweet and flowing, still yet vulnerable to sin

But a friend he’d always have
A royal, watchful eye
Protector, friend, comforter
For both each one would die

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