A Siren sings
for her sailor to come
to feed her dying need
She sits on a rock
coral in her hair
voice carrying out
over the waves
Hands reach
gripping for hope
but always
falling short
Her sailor sits
on his battered cot
a song eternally
in his head
One he heard
many years ago
when his shipmates
all fell dead
A Siren sings
but no sailors come
The Siren dies alone














Comments
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The underpant gnomes stole my signature. If found, please rescue it!! T_T
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WoW owns my soul.
you amaze me, woman
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I'm just here for the masterpieces.
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WoW owns my soul.
Just like the story, this is a beautiful piece. Exceptionally pretty~
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Slash Bandit: prowling around in your local supermarket.
PLZ TAEK MEIN SOUL?
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WoW owns my soul.
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"The melody of logic always plays the notes of truth" --Ayumu Narumi(Spiral)
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