Wednesday, June 12, 2013

. Naivete is a dangerous thing .

A siren beckoned and her song was sweet.
The stormy sea he paid no heed.
Dashed his ship across her rocks
Proffered his sails to make her a frock.
A willing sacrifice, one of many he made.
A siren cooed across a stormy sea.
In her song he reveled, cocooned in her words
A promise of the sun.
Seductive, golden, silken sweet.
Gilted, urgent. Undeniably.
Undeniable need?
Pushy, manipulative.
Glinting, a warning.
His realisation too late.
A siren beckoned mellifluous and honeyed across a stormy sea.
A siren.
A siren you dumbass.

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