The Siren's Call

An echo reverberates within.

Deep inside a feeling comes alive. 

Enchanted, you set out on your course 

To follow your dream and find the source.  

Through the mist you catch a glimpse of her, 

Symbol of love, your muse, saint, lover,  

And your mind is haunted by the grace 

Of her flowing form as you give chase.  

They say that love is blind, but you believe 

Just around the bend she waits for you. 

You see her beckon, then back away, 

Drawing your heart in towards its prey.  

Romancing her, your fires burn higher. 

Beneath her coyness, you smell desire. 

And danger too, but you’re not immune 

From succumbing to her siren’s tune.  

You are a hunter, you know this game, 

You know when to race and when to play, 

How to entice and how to engage, 

Being audacious while staying sage.  

But she puts your limits to the test. 

Till out of breath, ideas exhausted, 

You’re surprised to find her in your arms 

Finally won over by your charms.  

Her beauty surpasses all your dreams. 

Your joy exceeds all expectations. 

After all the searching for your prize, 

You sense a mirage before your eyes.  

She sees in you that look of wonder 

Like a child to whom the world is new. 

She wraps about you and with a kiss 

Reassures you in your state of bliss.  

She looks in your eyes and opens her mind, 

Welcoming you in, she vows her love 

And asks you to promise with all your heart 

That from this day you will never part.  

Your gazes locked and your bodies pressed 

You tell of the struggles of your quest 

And how you would not have come this far 

If she had not been your guiding star.  

You pledge that you will ever serve her 

If she gives what you are yearning for. 

She seals the pact red upon your lips 

And in her passion, her bodice rips.  

She gives her body, she gives her heart. 

It is not enough, still you want more. 

Ever so slowly she parts the veil 

Revealing her splendid glory pale.  

You urge her on as your longing grows. 

Yet as she beams, a worry takes hold. 

You are not the only hunter here. 

She closes the veil, sensing your fear.  

The moment lost, you sigh its passing. 

You ask her to give you what you need 

Pleading with her not to be a tease, 

But she declines and draws up her knees.  

With solemn brow, she still looks so cute

As she insists that she’s not to blame, 

That she’s just a woman, nothing more, 

What you seek is behind your own door.  

That which you need was always inside. 

To prove your love, you must find the key. 

On the other side she waits for you. 

Surrender to her and you will be true.  

In the courtyard of your hidden heart 

Beneath starry skies you know she waits, 

Dancing as she hears your footsteps near 

Leaping with one leap across your fear.  

Trumpets blare. She cannot be contained. 

You give your all. All is not enough. 

Stars are but a ceiling for her flight 

As you slip into the well of night.  

Into the depths, falling, lost, alone, 

Alone but for her who holds you close. 

You are nothing. The darkness shatters 

And like a cloud of raindrops scatters.  

Now all is light, you cannot see her 

But in loving arms you know you lie 

And she is present, everlasting 

And watching you take on her casting.

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This is originally a poem by Erica (feyrey) that I was "tempted" to extend just a little bit. 

http://feyrey.multiply.com/journal/item/29/the_sirens_call

LOL! The result is probably at least twice as long as any poem by me. And I'm very open to suggestions, improvements, alterations, or ideas in general of what should or shouldn't have been included in this romantic epic.

The image is Ophelia (1863) by Arthur Hughes.