A New Siren’s Call
As morning dawns steam rises
From the river. The suns early rays
Reflect off the waters surface. Drawing;
Enticing; Capturing the beholder
With wonder, just as a
Siren tempts sailors the
Water tempts all.
On its
Surface is beauty, a calmness that
Says “I’m harmless”
Yet, beneath its murky depth’s
Are razor sharp rocks,
Beckoning the beholder to a
Sudden death.
Roots protrude from the banks
Waiting to ensnare.
Tiny creatures await the
Moment when the soul
Leaves to finish
The body off, to
Eat away until nothing is left.
Inadequate objects sit on
The bank saying that
Someone was here, yet never
Signifying if they fell for
The waters murky trap.
Sam Nyberg
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