Yet to another flight of ships
That rode the sea on Monstrous tides;
Eyes glimmering with Cheshire smiles
Bouncing, fading through her light
In the deep
They speak, she listens
“Aye Laddies, sweet mercy, we’re here”
Shouts of hungry men dive through the crackling waves
Laughter resembling thunder
Plunder upon her rocky shores.
Her soft sweet siren narrowed out
Men, million, have passed
But heard of never again.
They furrowed through the tides
Like a puppet on strings, craving her sweet soft call of home
She speaks, they listen
‘I’ll take care of you, bosom yourself in my dreams’
Bellowing in the distance, lassoing the ships
Into midair sailing through death cries of broken fantasies
Begging from her rocky shores.
The laughter of men that spun a web
Of screams that died a slow death.
Their eyes melt into the deep abyss
Scouring for an answer to this mass deception
That stood in front of them tall, striking, shameless…
Illusory glee danced off her slender body
Consuming menfolk whose hands held on to their lives;
Her rising waves snatched them out of the sky like sharks
Hauling them deep into death itself.
By Treshan 🙂