The Mist

Through the mist I travel
Lured by the siren’s song
My eminent death before me
Does nothing to strengthen
The fight to live
To escape
Deep inside me
My resistance a mewling kitten
To the voice beckoning me
Far too long in the mist
My desires have become a mirage
A temptation my heart cries for
A dream I wish never to awake from
In the siren’s arms
Do I find peace
As death welcomes me
As a long lost lover

Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter


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