Sin’s Siren calls and beckons
as on-course you mean to
stay.
And the world, it points and pushes,
till you turn to look her
way.
Then your flesh too keen to listen
takes its part in her dark
play.
While the devil laughs and dances
as you headlong go astray.
You know the rocks that line her shores.
You know she’s but a liar.
Still you turn your bow the world’s way,
as the moth turns toward the
fire.
Your flesh now captain of your ship;
sails billowed with desire.
While the devil in the crow’s nest gloats,
and cackles from his spire.
But once her shores fade far astern,
her pleasures all well gone.
And the world that you let steer her way
leaves you too wounded to go
on.
Your flesh that laughed through its brief night
now cries with the new dawn.
While the devil celebrates and plays
again sin’s Siren song.
Joseph Weilenbeck 10/19/2013
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