Aurora 2025 with cover

Mariah Szekely

A Siren’s Song

As the day’s toil draws to a close, A lad longs for a friend nobody knows. He pauses, watches the sun’s descent, Feels the ocean’s rage, its malcontent. On grimy cobblestones, he treads alone, His mind drifts to a desolate home. A whispering song cuts through the air, Time slips, a fate unaware.

Lost in reverie, senses blurred, Guard down, reality interred.

Unseen, he nears the ocean’s embrace, Struck mute by its call, an unseen face. The Siren’s lure from depths unknown, Pulls him to realms where shadows are sown. Clouded skies cast the land in gloom, Her eyes cut through, a glowing tomb. The ocean’s wrath yields to a gentle hum, Yet in its calm, silent perils come. His wandering steps through night’s murk, Lead to a hope that promises hurt. Unflinching at the path he chose, Unseen, his essence slowly erodes. Beneath the surface, beauty lies, Clawed hands reach where destiny ties. Promised secrets, the depths invite, He descends into eternal night. Tales by sailors of old from far and wide, Warning young travelers of the deathly Siren Guide.

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