Siren

By: Alexander Frick

The salt-kissed wind, a mournful, sighing plea,

Across the waves, a tempest's fury free.

A vessel grand, with sails of crimson hue,

Met ocean's wrath, a watery, chilling view.

The timbers groaned, the masts began to bend,

As crashing waves, a watery doom, did send.

The captain's cries, a desperate, fading sound,

Lost in the roar, on hallowed, shifting ground.

The crew, dispersed, adrift on splintered wood,

Their fate unknown, by ocean's hand imbued.

But one lone soul, a figure veiled in mist,

A siren's song, a vision, darkly kissed.

From depths unseen, a creature rose to sight,

With scales of pearl, and eyes of emerald light.

A mermaid fair, with flowing, silken hair,

Her voice a lullaby, beyond compare.

She watched the scene, with sorrow in her gaze,

The shattered dreams, and lives that met their days.

A heart of gold, beneath a form divine,

She offered solace, a tear, a whispered sign.

With gentle touch, she guided souls to shore,

While whispers soft, upon the waves did pour.

The ocean's wrath, by her compassion stayed,

A watery grave, to sorrow's wounds conveyed.

The ship was gone, a memory in the foam,

But in the heart of the mermaid, a silent home.

A tale of woe, forever etched in time,

Where love and loss, entwined in ocean's rhyme.