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Hello! This is a little poem I wrote about a year ago, just wanted to post it here.
:warning: Blood warning! If you are triggered by this, do not read! :warning:
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The ships.
They came by
Every twenty-one days.
Every twenty-one days,
The crew brought cargo
Of crates and words,
Stories of places
Far away and near.
They left with stories, too
They left
Wreckage and bodies
And returned to land
With tales of
Great monsters in the jets,
The sirens.
They brought down
Massive ships, not with
Tentacles or claws, but with
Voices.
The sirens emerged from
The flotsam and jetsam of the sea.
Armed with eerie,
Haunting, trancelike voices,
Their songs made sailors throw themselves over.
Their songs conveyed
Such pain and misery, in a foreign language
Brought the strongest sailors to their knees.
Drowning a sailor
Was the bridge to adulthood, to be different
From the rest.
Killing a human, they would say,
Was something to be proud of.
Initiation.
You were never a siren until you sang.
This was to their fatal chorus
And to kill the humans, ship by ship.
But one siren, she
Felt different from the rest.
It didn’t feel right.
On the day
She was to
She surfaced, ready to kill.
The melody rose, like a chaotic wave
She started to sing, and saw
Him.
She couldn’t do it.
How could she kill him?
How could she bear it?
their ranks.
Run away.
Kill him.
She could not!
Dives under, returns with a blade.
Save him. Save him.
Time slows down.
The screams echo in her ringing ears.
Her eyes squeezed shut.
Everything speeds up again.
Stormy blue water now red with blood.
Bodies float on the surface, faces frozen mid-wail.
She was free.
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