Sirens

Sailing on a windswept sea
The fury loath to set me free
I can hear the Sirens sing
And my ears begin to ring
 
I end up on a jagged shore
Ice cold to my trembling core
I went mad with the Sirens' song
A sailor stricken, hardly strong
 
But I see an angel on the rocks
The wind blowing her glowing locks
She beckons me with outstretched hand
And I cross the drifting sand
 
I leave the Sirens far behind
Wrest them from my troubled mind
They shrivel as I turn away
The angel, it seems, is here to stay.