Song of Morpheus
Sweet siren song! Your notes ring clear and true!
Dancing on silken, slippered feet,
Dancing me black and blue.
Whispering through my locked door,
Hot somnolent breath in my ear;
Crooning my name like a lover;
With a promise to always be near.
Like Ulysses I fight even harder,
I am lashed to the mast
Finally swallowing the pill
that swallows me whole,
I have lost to the sirens
The creaking of timber; boards crash;
What once kept me afloat…
is no longer there.
Surrounded by wreckage
I slowly sink down,
still listening for one last silken note
even as I drown.
©Willow Rose 2011