4 July 2012
They follow the beam
Their faces now gleam
Like a scene from a dream
An island pristine
One gripped with bravery
Shouts out with joy
We're coming sweet ladies Land ahoy!
The night was now bright
The beam like day light
It had seen off there fright
They were safe
They had sight
And what a sight too Glorious fields of flowers, the smell of exotic fruits, Aromas of so much power There dreams had all come true
So they row there small boat
Directly to the shore
But as the first man steps off
He goes directly to war
As his foot hits the ground
The beam of light flickers
The ground quakes around
He swore he heard whispers
It flickers again
The singing now stopped
Looks back to his friend
The boat gone from the rocks
The panic was back
Now on his own
And then just like that
A cold breeze was blown
His legs pulled from behind him
Being dragged trough the sand
Being pulled so fast
Though this most doubtful of lands
The smell of fruit gone
Now a putrid smell, strong
It lingers in the air
It smells of death, wrong
No flowers surround him Vanished, just rocks He's weak now, his powers dim He's been battered non stop
He comes to rest
His body smashed and broken
So far from his best
Then these words were spoken...............
'Your life is nearly over'
'Relax, it won't be long'
'We are composers of death'
'No man can resist our song'
The Sirens #2 • Opuss № I