They blame you for the celebrated madness- <br />For the tearing open of beasts' throats, <br />Releasing demons into the twilight waves of lull. <br /> <br />Above the bruised Earth, above the trees, <br />You skirl a pulse into two lean measures <br />Of youth who are swearing <br />Their heart-pounding, wide-eyed love on to you. <br />But you deceive them for you change <br />And their soulful love slips off, <br />Unforgiving into the edge of night. <br />They learn never to love like that again. <br /> <br />You are but a siren, and under your song, <br />Beasts become lovers, and lovers become beasts. <br />Only under your song are raw howls set free, <br />Riding the wild darkness into sleep, <br />Leaving their stage for the night. <br /> <br />So sing your song, unforgiving siren, <br />Part the curtain clouds with your faithful entrance <br />And clear your voice. <br />Pour your song of milk onto this land of yours.<br /><br />Masiela Lusha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/full-moon-a-siren-s-song/
