Where The Sirens Sing

Raging empires with reigning kings

In the land and sea where the sirens sing

Might of Ulysses; the one who is grim

A tale of turbulence with a gust of wind.

The song of sirens was his utmost desire

But this battle was harder than tackling a fire

In the sweet mist of sea, amidst the sirens’ reservoir

Comes a tune so fruitful yet so fatally dire.

But what was the mystery of this siren’s hex?

As legend goes, they were near shipwrecks

Cause their melody was mystic and took over the best

Of sailors that jumped from their own ship decks.

But Ulysses wasn’t one to return empty-handed

Even in wars being the last man standing

So he devised a plan to hear his beloved sirens

But not one to fail like a victor's triumph.

So he poured wax in ears of sailors, so they never would hear

And tied himself to the mast, cause he knew his end was here

And ordered his servants to let him be, lest they face their fear

And Ulysses traveled the sea, approaching near and near.

At last, he heard the cries and his mind was struck dumb

One for his fate and the other for being the one

But the ropes came undone with the stroke of the sun

As his legs trembled the plank, the curse had just begun.

By: Arman Yusuf