My muse has returned. Not much more to say on that other then it makes me rather happy. My muse has returned in the form of a poem written about a mythical creature, known to sailors of old as the Siren. The Siren was a half human (woman), half bird who was said to lure on suspecting sailors on the rocks on which she sat by her enchanting songs. This was written with a pathetic attempt at using language of the olden sailor (lots of ye and such). Each stanza has the second and fourth lines rhyming, but no rhyme on the first or third. I tried to work it differently, but it didn't sound right, so this was my end result. Didn't turn out as well as I had hoped, but it's alright, I guess. So please read, review, critique, suggest, whatever. Give me something to work with. Please?
Siren's Song
Tread lightly all ye weathered lads,
Who ‘oft the sea calls brave,
For there be lasses cold and dark,
Who force ye to your grave.
They’ll drag ye down to icy depths,
With voices strong and sweet,
Fooled be not, not once nor twice,
Or death will not be beat.
Their rocky shoals shall well entice,
By cursed lasses bold,
Enchanting tunes that reach beyond,
The devils hand and hold.
So watch your back, ye be well warned,
Lest temptation hold down ye,
When Sirens Song doth meet thy ears,
Take hard to port and flee.
-Pillaging and Plundering on the Grand-
*~Jewl~*
muse
