Sirens on the Outer Shore
Northern beaches render danger,
Habited by sirens fair,
Put thine eyes aside in earnest,
Lest ye slip into despair.
Every one is vicious, jealous,
Mesmerised by rav’nous pride,
Exercise such steely caution,
Lest ye slip to Satan’s side.
Heed their ruby lips and whispers,
With a trepidatious mind,
Every saccharin proposal,
Is with cunning intertwined.
Every beauty is constructed,
From a most Hadean stuff,
Tethered to perdition’s causeway,
On the sands below the bluff.
Aye, their perfect visage pleases,
Aye, their milky breasts are sweet,
Every stroke like summer breezes,
Every coaxing touch a treat.
But their song, though prepossessing,
Is an ode to chasms dank,
Lullabies to dark destruction,
Shipwreck on the rocky bank!
Just last week there were three brothers,
Straying on that northern shore,
Filled with drink and merry laughter,
Duly placed at Sheol’s door!
Lust is but a fleeting fancy,
But, no less, a crime indeed,
Conjured by the sirens’ beauty;
Pulchritude of Satan’s seed.
Trips and snares and woeful binding,
Activated in a smile,
Every victim’s fate unwinding,
By a fast bewitching guile.
Jesus is a name they scoff at,
Aye, because their fate is set,
Down among the demons crawling;
Everlasting, hellish debt.
Put thy hand upon the Bible,
Clasp it close where’er ye walk,
Armoury against the devil,
Hounds of hell will make ye baulk!
Even in the grip of madness,
When the harp of hell is played,
Think on Jesus in the heaven,
Faith thy sword and swinging blade!
I have rested on the clifftop,
Of a night, when ships come in,
Temptresses in wat’ry lustre,
But with blackened souls within.
Stormy nights of rain and weather,
Doldrums to bereave the mind,
Travellers diverted under,
Hidden danger undivined.
The cross is safety from the devil,
Naught but He can bring you through,
When the denizens of Hades,
Come to take your soul from you.
Pray on bended knee with gusto,
To the one who bled and died,
Praying for the cross’ mercy,
See thy sin is mortified.
AD Lovkis, 14/05/25
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