Silent Voice
the siren sits on her rock face hidden in folds of feathery gold on a rock alone in a wild violet sea clouds overhead part with stormy suddenness sun thrusts an arm through reaching to stroke the siren's silken golden folds which fold out revealing the calm dispassionate face unreadable blue eyes never holding emotion for a victim she strokes her harp coaxing miracles out of it and out of her mouth a silent beautiful voice screams through the air the siren's sweet gift the ineludible promise of death