Across the crowded room
Alive with mirth,
The siren’s song
Drawing him in
Towards
A certain death…
Full of foreboding,
Beacons in the rough sea,
Warning him in the dark night
Of the dangers of closing in…
Before he is dashed against the rocks.
Stormy like the sea
Pulling him underwater,
And keeping him a prisoner
For a lifetime…
Eyes that sing to him
Across the crowded room.
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 