Poem - Her Voice

Ishutani

Chiron warned me of the siren's voice,

One certain to bring about my doom. 

But how could I deny my sailor's choice,

Even if those rocks are surely my tomb. 

Charon is waiting to accompany my journey

Through the dismal waters of the Styx. 

So that I may be judged by the divine fury, 

And end my ill-fated life in a total eclipse.

The voice of she, so delicate and sweet; 

A tone that softly touches my heart, it's essential

To my life, to continue breathing, to be complete.

Worth the risk, is her voice's potential

To cure the hurt, to cleanse the pain;

Even if that sound will become my bane.