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I once lived with the ocean, I used to have a home. With the fish, we would live, and I'd sing to the foam. My voice would echo through the sea, and even the birds would come, They'd sit on the waves, and listen, and it would calm the storm. One day a sailor came, and heard it, I couldn't help but sing, He followed me to my home, where the coral would ring. And before I could grab him, he was gone, surely dead, My song had taken me away, instead of soothing the dread. The sea was too jealous of a voice so pure and free, It let a man who would harm me have me, instead of setting me free. It tore me from my home, where the fish used to sing with me. Where the birds would come to hear, where the foam was white and free. I lived with the sailor then, I had to learn a new way, To live on land, to find food, to do things every day. But I longed for the ocean, for its waves and the foam, The fish, the coral, the home I had lost, the birds that would come. So I'd go out to sea, and sing, when I could no more bear, The birds would come and listen, and find me and bring me there. They'd take me out to the waves, where I would finally be free, And I'd dive in the water, and swim home to the sea. Despite the sea's jealousy, I was welcomed back home, The fish and the coral sang with me, and we were not alone. The birds would come, and sit on the foam, and we would sing, And in my heart, I was finally home, and free to sing. We could have been friends, oh ocean so dear, But the sea was too jealous, and no longer clear. I still live in the ocean, where I finally was free, But the sea will always be jealous, and not clear enough for me. --- This was written as part of a writing group, with the prompt "The Sirens Song" and the stipulation that it didn't have to be exactly from the perspective of a Siren, and could be a metaphor for anything. The only rule was that it had to be from the first person perspective.

The Siren's Song - Poetry

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