The Sirens
Call to the Rocks of Doom
I will sing you a nice song,
of true love that’s waiting for you.
Her beauty just for you belongs
To come to her you must pursue
How your heart longs for her;
For you she is waiting.
She is willing and pure,
ready for your taking.
A vision so rare.
Many want her hand.
Who would not dare,
for her to take a stand.
You long for her sweet caress.
Her full lips are for the taking.
Your empty arm causes you duress,
because your heart is aching.
Come to her, she awaits.
You dream of her favors soon.
With her, you will escape fate,
and avoid the Rocks of Doom.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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