perched high on a cliff

amidst sharp jagged rocks

whilst waves slam the shore

enveloping her

like the moat of a fortress

which no man shall penetrate

this Hesperian island

hardly paradise

where men’s dreams morph into nightmares

lured to their doom

her angelic voice reverberates

like a narcotic

hypnotizing,

mesmerizing,

captivating,

enchanting,

entrances,

soothes,

dizzies,

not with pleasure

but with death

her song is fatal

overtaking the soul,

killing the spirit

devoured and consumed

by the violent tide

damned are the men who sail past her

victims of ill-fated destiny

shipwrecked and forgotten

©2016-9-28- L.M. Giannone