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Song of the Siren Prancing macabre dances on polished stone Such is fate – entwined and tangled strings From choices – Rejoices So succulent the song the Siren sings. She beguiles a beauty of innocent bent
Alluring their moorings – rugged souls long spent ‘Tis their fate – as shared obsession grows Unrefrained – Utter vain So rooted the seeds the Siren sows. Crafted
and mastered from faint echoed lore
To penetrate – illuminate – a hardened heart’s core She is fate – breathing emotion unknown Elegant trace – Tender grace So enriching the love the Siren has sown. By
her leave, I, too now stand entranced
Deluding – perhaps eluding – my sins perchance Awaits my fate – melodic wonders be No choice – One voice So precious her gift the Siren gives me.
---Keith Aitken, September 2006
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