The Siren
By: Erica Darling
To the pits of darkness shall I go,
There to discovery the labyrinth below,
To find something though winding turning halls,
Struggling hard not to get lost.
After long I wandered, a light do I find.
Not the yellow of day but the blue that shines.
Beckoning to the strangers that come here and never go.
To draw you in,
Your fate is no longer yours to know.
A small boat I do see floating waiting for me.
Being drawn by an unseen force ,called curiosity,
I begin to cross the black blue sea.
Not far do I go, when I hear an enchanting voice.
A voice of a siren is what I hear,
So what is waiting for me there?
The boat slowly, drifting, inching to the middle of the sea.
The voice is all I hear now,
Over come with emotion I forget my thoughts.
Slowly does the enchanting voice make me lean.
The clam black water I do see.
The voice I do hear.
The voice coming it seems from within the water.
There I do long to be.
Besides the voice that so enchants me.
My curiosity will be the death of me.
To be closer do I lean farther.
Leaning farther still over the side.
What shall I find?
What discoveries shall I make?
What is waiting for me in this dim lake?
As quick as black lightning does it strike!
Two ghostly white hands grab hold of me tight!
One chance I have.
One choice is left.
I let out a desperate cry and pray for the rest.
Hoping that this being that holds me,
Will take pity and let me go free.
The last thing I see is water all around me.
Swirling, swishing, spinning after me.
Then and there I faint, and wake to find I am safe.
Looking around I see that I am back to where I began.
The question now is ,
Do I return to the discovery that almost killed me?
By: Erica Darling
To the pits of darkness shall I go,
There to discovery the labyrinth below,
To find something though winding turning halls,
Struggling hard not to get lost.
After long I wandered, a light do I find.
Not the yellow of day but the blue that shines.
Beckoning to the strangers that come here and never go.
To draw you in,
Your fate is no longer yours to know.
A small boat I do see floating waiting for me.
Being drawn by an unseen force ,called curiosity,
I begin to cross the black blue sea.
Not far do I go, when I hear an enchanting voice.
A voice of a siren is what I hear,
So what is waiting for me there?
The boat slowly, drifting, inching to the middle of the sea.
The voice is all I hear now,
Over come with emotion I forget my thoughts.
Slowly does the enchanting voice make me lean.
The clam black water I do see.
The voice I do hear.
The voice coming it seems from within the water.
There I do long to be.
Besides the voice that so enchants me.
My curiosity will be the death of me.
To be closer do I lean farther.
Leaning farther still over the side.
What shall I find?
What discoveries shall I make?
What is waiting for me in this dim lake?
As quick as black lightning does it strike!
Two ghostly white hands grab hold of me tight!
One chance I have.
One choice is left.
I let out a desperate cry and pray for the rest.
Hoping that this being that holds me,
Will take pity and let me go free.
The last thing I see is water all around me.
Swirling, swishing, spinning after me.
Then and there I faint, and wake to find I am safe.
Looking around I see that I am back to where I began.
The question now is ,
Do I return to the discovery that almost killed me?