The 5th Apocalyptic Rider
- Jul 20, 2005
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The Song of the Siren-(C.P.)
There was a challenge,
There was a seductive whisper
You raised your chin
and beckoned me in
And I was none the wiser.
I wanted to be the one
to show you a thing or two.
Few had survived.
You needed defeat.
You needed deliverance.
You needed trust.
And I gave it to you.
I trusted you.
You, the hero in need of redemption
You, the Bermuda Triangle
The ultimate temptress
of any sailor worth his curses
The ultimate challenge
to those of the rocky seas
Not even I could leave the gauntlet dropped;
even I attempted to taunt Fate
and make it through unscathed.
There was a challenge in your heavy waves,
there was an invitation in your calms
It was a combination that proved irresistible.
“You cannot conquer me,” you gloated
“You cannot save me,” you crooned.
Not even I?
You tricked me.
I knew better;
I was above all of that.
But with such a combination…?
I did not know such duplicity was possible.
I should have been prepared
And I happen to like Geometry.
Triangles are easy, three-sided figures,
Octagons were the bad ones—
danger from eight directions.
But I forgot about the sharp angles
of deceptive, three-sided geometric shapes.
Yeah, I could sail.
Perhaps the others just picked the wrong time
They were fools and sailed into a storm—
but I had found the eye.
I trusted in that calm
and sailed in faithfully.
And then the wind picked up.
I knew the stories,
I knew the games
I knew the warnings of the crazy seamen
who had made it back from the other side.
Survival is not victory—
they learned that the hard way.
How could I be the same?
I was a better navigator
I was a better sailor of rough waters.
But the Siren’s song does not pick out
the weak of mind and heart
It weaves into the ears of all
and leads every single one to ruin.
You couldn’t be satisfied, having sung me into your spell,
to bump my skiff aground
It was made of metal
and so you had to demolish it completely
A petty revenge.
Betrayal is a destructive force.
One wave slammed me
capsized the boat and I am left lost to the sea.