A Ballad: Light of the Deep
I
A cold and desolate place it was
Out on the barren sea
Those deep green waters seemed empty
(The human eye couldn’t see.)
Black crags rose sharply from the depths
and sent shivers down their spines
They hastened to pass the frightening image,
Pulled frantically at the lines.
Their ships were full of ruffians,
Red faced and bearded were they:
They cursed and yelled obscene, dark things
Of the beautiful women they chased.
Often legends of the mystical sirens
Escaped their chapped, red lips
The enthralling women who sang sweet songs,
‘Til in they steered their ships.
These men forgot their wives and kids
When they thought of beauty so pure
It tantalized them, and like all men,
They had an urge for more.
Was it wrong that these sadistic beings
Were destined to die on the shore?
II
The legends of yore were glaringly true
And creatures lurked below
Yet no one lived long enough to pursue
And tell of their mystical show.
In the green and freezing waters, there,
The alluring sirens awaited,
Sorcery seemed to surround their figures
From the day they were created.
Their tails were glimmering yet empty gray,
Scales traveled up their waists.
They had somewhat of a ghastly look
Until one saw their face.
Sharp and clear, a defined jawline
Wide eyes, a piercing green,
White lips, straight nose, and high cheekbones
It could never be unseen.
Webbed arms and hands propelled them through
The dark and dreary waters.
Up on the blackened cliffs they climbed
As unified, gray daughters.
Their voices, the hypnotic sound,
Rose high above the sea,
Could spin a sensible head around,
The sheer desire was profound,
With a longing to be free.
“Come to us,” they seemed to sing,
Here is where you want to be
Feel our passion and our ardent love
Unattainable pleasure sent from above
This song is instilled in me.
III
Our voices are our one true power
Our dominion o’er the weak.
They rid the world of abominable men
Whose crimes are hard to speak.
They pillage and burn, the weak they spurn,
They rape and murder and break.
After destruction, they simply smile,
Their conscience never put on trial
Their hateful lives we take.
The moon was high, so was the tide,
Sea gleaming in moonlight.
In icy waters we waited there,
A ship sailed through the night.
A Brigantine, full of swarthy men,
Far off voices could be heard.
Our kind began to ascend the rocks
Silently, unheard,
When an astonishing, yet lovely change
Suddenly occurred.
The pain I felt when I saw its face
Was more than I’d ever known
Its eyes told of unbearable pains
Through its mouth escaped a groan
A small creature of their lowly kind
Yet its stance emanated strength.
With rounded bosom and rounded bottom
And hair quite long in length.
Its amber eyes met mine in the dark
But I was sure it could not see.
I knew if it could, then surely it would
Feel strong alarm towards me.
Could this be the legendary woman?
The one I could never be?
IV
Sister
Use your voice, and give them all
What you know that they deserve.
You know of all their crimes, sister,
Don’t waste your time to observe.
Inner voice
Her face is full, and good, and kind.
From her, true beauty shines.
Do we really know everything of their kind?
Is this some sort of sign?
How could one so beautifully innocent
Perform the atrocities we’ve heard?
Maybe this woman is different than
Those men whose words are slurred?
She is strong, but does not gloat of strength
Or her beauty, which is profound.
It cannot truly be right for her
To be so violently drowned.
Sister
Don’t let its looks deceive you, for
Evil lurks beneath.
See what they have done to this world?
They destroy the air they breathe.
Millions stay hungry and
Despite their fruitless attempts
Their world remains a darkened place
Full of hatred and contempt.
Their hearts are black and filled with greed,
When shown their crimes, they beg and plead.
But when no one looks, they up and leave.
The somber look in their sad eyes speaks,
They feel remorse for their acts
Yet not a tear falls down their cheeks.
V
My sisters grouped in the onyx night
My heart began to thud
I couldn’t bear to think of it
Dark waters filled with blood.
Our song commenced, and I cried in horror
I knew it couldn’t be right
The sheer and sickly melody,
The men looked up and straight at me,
And the woman screamed in fright.
The ship came nearer and I wept her loss
Before the deed was done
I had lost all hope, I hurled across
The sharp rocks, and darkness had won.
The ship, it crashed, and the waves complied
The sound broke the perfect song.
Down went the men, into the depths,
I chose not to be afraid of death
And soon my pain was gone,
The clouds parted for the Heavens above
I saw the angels on high
She radiated peace and love,
We rose into the sky.