Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Lorelei's Echo


Harmony echoes silently-
   Unraveling and violently;
The music crescendo 
   Above the siren's seductive vocal. 

Madness consorts the fool,
   Playfully, she invokes her tool,
As she imbues her infinity,
   Matchless the insanity.

Luring and wicked
   Under a sordid thicket,
She harps the melodic tune
   So captive her subtle rune.

Compelling, you follow her haunting voice,
   With her venting musical croze,
So lovely her sirens deplore
   That leads thee upon her shore.

She taketh the heart for whom try to hold her,
   And blinds the innocent sailor,
Timeless his will, he shall surrender
   To the echoed beautiful siren forever. 

  - John Hardesty 

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