The Siren and the Martyr

~ The Siren and the Martyr ~

An alluring promise, sung so sweetly
of love everlasting, proffered completely
the budding desire has been sown
then the melody changes, ever so discreetly

young hearts blind to the sirens’ guise
found an illusion to idolize
they jump in, but find themselves alone
left adrift to succumb to a sea of lies

the desolate call of the foghorn
pays homage as others mourn
concealing the sirens with its baritone
some hearts harden, others are torn

do they jump in again, seek out the song?
(is ever a second, or fifth, time wrong?)
still optimistic, chances are thrown
it was one too many, the lesson too strong

hearts have become martyrs to defend
for holding love sacred while unable to mend
faith takes the hits, sirens hold the stone
and the sacrifice continues, until the last song is sung.

© Dahlia Ramone:  September 22, 2024

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This was written for Blogophilia topic: ‘Til the World Ends
Writing prompts: (1) Include the title of a Clive Cussler book
“Sacred Stone” (I used this title, but split up the words)
(2) Utilize a foghorn or whistle