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The Forest Siren
There at the death of winter
Beneath the shining stars
It was the sound of her song
That drew me to the forest, afar
Lamenting words, sad but sweet
They pulled me from the hearth
Into the cold bitter night
Tunes of death and of later rebirth
I found her shrouded in darkness
In webs woven by spiders and magic
Necromancy bequeaths the madness
Infused with eons rewound so tragic
Sitting, serene, in the woods
Beside an ancient grave
Before a brittle tombstone
Her tears, they poured forth as if a wave
There on the smoldering stone
We're the words chiseled, cruel
Reminder of scarlet whores
Burned in her heart, she recites them too
"Here lies she, consigned to darkness
Tortured daily by the cleansing flame
Adultery condemns the sinner, sadness
And love will never be the same again"
Siren cries, in the night, judgment eyes
The beholder will bare no tarnish
Siren lies, in the night, judging eyes
Holy rollers will bare no tarnish
In her hands, the crucifix
Keeps on falling away
Is her faith incorporeal
As her existence inside the gray?
Sitting, siren, with the dead
I listen to her song
Does she even know I'm there
Or are we both just too far gone?
Siren cries, in the night, judgment eyes
The beholder will bare no tarnish
Siren lies, in the night, judging eyes
Holy rollers will bare no tarnish
"Here lies she, consigned to darkness
Tortured daily by the cleansing flame
Adultery condemns the sinner, sadness
And love will never be the same again"
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Beneath the shining stars
It was the sound of her song
That drew me to the forest, afar
Lamenting words, sad but sweet
They pulled me from the hearth
Into the cold bitter night
Tunes of death and of later rebirth
I found her shrouded in darkness
In webs woven by spiders and magic
Necromancy bequeaths the madness
Infused with eons rewound so tragic
Sitting, serene, in the woods
Beside an ancient grave
Before a brittle tombstone
Her tears, they poured forth as if a wave
There on the smoldering stone
We're the words chiseled, cruel
Reminder of scarlet whores
Burned in her heart, she recites them too
"Here lies she, consigned to darkness
Tortured daily by the cleansing flame
Adultery condemns the sinner, sadness
And love will never be the same again"
Siren cries, in the night, judgment eyes
The beholder will bare no tarnish
Siren lies, in the night, judging eyes
Holy rollers will bare no tarnish
In her hands, the crucifix
Keeps on falling away
Is her faith incorporeal
As her existence inside the gray?
Sitting, siren, with the dead
I listen to her song
Does she even know I'm there
Or are we both just too far gone?
Siren cries, in the night, judgment eyes
The beholder will bare no tarnish
Siren lies, in the night, judging eyes
Holy rollers will bare no tarnish
"Here lies she, consigned to darkness
Tortured daily by the cleansing flame
Adultery condemns the sinner, sadness
And love will never be the same again"
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 15th Mar 2015
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