• Adrift within the ocean of madness,
    My ship's sails feel no wind.
    So I am guided,
    by the song of the sea witch.
    My mind clouded due to her beautiful voice.
    I can not see the rocks I am about to slam into.

    My eyes land upon her,
    Skin like the sweetest milk.
    Eyes like the very sea I sail upon.
    My mind fogs up.
    Ideas begin to swirl.
    My ship has crashed into the rocks.

    Yet I can not see them.
    Focused solely upon the gorgeous siren song.
    I can not tear myself away for the maddening melody.
    Searing into my cortex until I can not escape it.
    Yet I do not wish to.
    The song has taken my will, and bent it for its own machinations.
    My ship is sinking.

    Water rushes through the torn planks of wood,
    and I can not tear my eyes away.
    I can not see the cold death that is waiting to greet me.
    To embrace me and make me one with the sea.
    I call out to the siren, proclaiming my adoration for her beauty.
    Yet she cares not.
    She will not acknowledge her own beauty, not to me.
    I stand upon the crow's nest now, my ship mostly underwater.

    The siren only acknowledges my folly in my adoration of her.
    Then she continues to sing,
    but now I am able to tear my eyes away.
    To see my ship sinking toward the murky depths.
    The siren spreads her wings, her song more powerful now.
    Yet I have torn free from it.
    I am able to see the darkness that surrounds her.
    My ship begins to rise.

    Torn planks, water caked deck, and sails.
    It rebuilds itself before my eyes.
    The siren's spell is broken.
    She continues her maddening song, trying even harder now.
    Clawing to grasp my attention
    To rake her talons into my heart and shatter my mind.
    I will not oblige.
    I will continue to watch my ship rise once more.
    It is once again free of the ocean's grip.

    A wind picks up from the east, my sails are ready to catch it.
    The helm is turned and I am off the rocks,
    the siren's song begins to fade more and more
    I continue to sail away,
    Yet as I look back,
    I am able to see the creature.
    Shedding a single tear as it continues its song once more.
    There was compassion for me,
    but it isn't as it was when I sailed to it.
    When I answered her song with one of my own.

    My voice grew hoarse, hers continued to become more powerful.
    Eventually I could no longer sheild myself from the song,
    but I broke free of her spell.
    The creature who sits upon the rocks,
    waiting to lure in sailors.
    I see another ship, smaller, with weaker sails.
    He will have a hard time catching any headwinds...
    Her song will shatter his ship,
    Bring him to the depths.
    But he deserves nothing better.

    So I sail away from the scene, from the rocks.
    I sail away from the siren, finally free from her song.
    I sail away from the pain, from the torment.
    I sail toward the dawn, toward the rising sun.
    Free at last.