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The Siren's Call.
Bright pink lips,
booty shorts,
a bikini top.
She gestures wildly,
beckoning every person
to have a dance with her.
Another drink goes down
and I'm pulled into her dance
where hips thrust wildly
and hands roam everywhere.
Yet when lips meet,
it's hollow and broken
sloppy and careless
no spark or real feelings.
I don't walk away
or even pull apart.
Our limbs mesh together more
and even though it's full of sweat
and nothing more than heat
I cannot bring myself to turn away.
This Siren has captured me,
and for the rest of the night
I'm hers.
Bright pink lips,
booty shorts,
a bikini top.
She gestures wildly,
beckoning every person
to have a dance with her.
Another drink goes down
and I'm pulled into her dance
where hips thrust wildly
and hands roam everywhere.
Yet when lips meet,
it's hollow and broken
sloppy and careless
no spark or real feelings.
I don't walk away
or even pull apart.
Our limbs mesh together more
and even though it's full of sweat
and nothing more than heat
I cannot bring myself to turn away.
This Siren has captured me,
and for the rest of the night
I'm hers.
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Literature
Song of the Sea Siren
Song of the Sea Sirens:
The roaring wind was quick to die
As the fog began to form.
Silence soon surrounded us
Like a calm before the storm.
In the darkest distance; against the light
I could hear a haunting melody.
It seemed to sound like a Siren's call
Coming from across the sea.
Immediately my crew reacted
As we dove beneath the deck.
Wool and wax to plug the ears
And ropes to tie me back.
As a Captain of this Pirate ship
My duty was plain to see.
Tied to the mast as a sacrifice
Was where I soon would be.
For one alone must endure the call
Else the Siren would not sing.
This had been a long tradition
Since the time of t
Literature
On my own apocalypse
If silk could melt
to drip down arms and goosebumped legs
in scarlet rivers, serpentine,
it seems only right
that the sky should burn as well.
Like roses heaped upon a stage,
cloaked in tumultuous applause,
the end will fall in exultation.
Shall we stand upon the shore
and taste the salt upon our lips,
basking in the last breezes
before the Breaking?
These last days are a ball,
a promenade of bliss,
sublime devastation,
a eulogy of memory.
Shiva, ever the gentleman,
asks for one last dance.
Literature
The Kraken
Your life is a boat
Wandering the desolate seas.
Sunshine
Stillness
But then nothing.
Until the heavens open.
Lightning strikes
Thunder cracks.
The seas waves grow and grow
Hitting your mast,
What guides you
pulling you on your right path.
From beneath
In the dark deep waters
Lurks a demon.
A demon so big
It will swallow you whole.
Sink you
until your last dying breath.
The Kraken
Your worst enemy.
It will wrap its deadly tentacles around you.
Squeeze away your pleading scream.
The Kraken?
It's your life's worst enemy.
Death.
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In Greek mythology, the Sirens were dangerous and devious creatures, portrayed as women who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island.
So I took it more into today's sense, made a Siren more modern. I thought today, Siren's would patrol bars, and really sing their songs with their body's rather than their voices.
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So I took it more into today's sense, made a Siren more modern. I thought today, Siren's would patrol bars, and really sing their songs with their body's rather than their voices.
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Hilariously, if the singing or dancing doesn't ensnare me, she'll hold up a toy I really, really want, and I'd be like "Now that's just not fair."