At the Deep End of the Ocean

At the deep end of the ocean,
Where the golden haired mermaids dwell
Waiting for ships on the tides motion
And the sea’s swell.

Their voices sing over the waves
Carried by the breeze to the ear.
As each one of them swims and bathes
What is to fear?

Enchanted they go to the tune,
Sailors follow with captured heart
To the sirens who sit and croon
Music their art.

Like a baited trap, it is sprung
As rats to the pied piper’s flute
Led by the music that they sung
Played like a lute.

These sirens are luring them in.
Once caught there is no freedom left.
Like flies on web by spider spun
It is soul theft.

Vampyric mermaids suck you dry,
Snaring the mind with music sweet.
Stolen spirits are left to die
They have their meat.

At the deep end of the blue sea
Death waits for all that fall in trance.
Ignore the sirens, set sail and flee
Avoid their dance.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.