Death’s Siren by Amber Averay
I hear his call on the breeze
Offering silence and gentle reprieve;
A whispered word, a promise of rest.
My heart beats strong within my breast;
I can’t deny the siren’s call,
The need to give in to the fall
Let him take my soul and soar,
Give in to Death, settle the score.
That musical sound draws me along,
And I give in to the Siren’s song.
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