Far off in the distance
I hear her fretful wail
No reason or resistance
it would be to no avail

Like Sirens from the ancient ode
she heralds my demise
Inviting me to her abode
and all that it implies

As a lamb unto the slaughter
in innocence I go
A manipulated plotter
of a life I could not know

And thus my friend I go to her
and freely seal my fate
I ask that you do not demur                    the hour is getting late

And so I bid the world adieu
and leave this disarray
As for the likes of me and you
there can be no other way

  • Author: Coyote (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 16th, 2021 14:49
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is an older poem I wrote. A bit clunky but I hope you like🙂
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 16


  • Coyote

    Wow Marie, that's amazing. Thank you my friend.

  • Rozina

    Goosebumps! I really enjoyed this although I hope I don’t hear her wail too soon!

    • Coyote

      Thank you so much Rozina🙂

    • L. B. Mek

      what's meant to be, shall be
      all the drama is simply
      our inability, to accept
      those simple facts of life,
      I like the subtlety
      in your delivery of wisdom
      such a wonderful trait, in a poet

    • Draven

      Love the rhythm.

    • Coyote

      Thanks Draven🙂

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