Siren s song

Voice of siren is a snare,
Only trap to catch you there,
Those who heard it – cursed and mad,
So they say, but I can add:

Like the shining diamond sparkle
In the winter moonless dark,
Like the rustle of the waves
Or the black sea serpent’s scales,

Like the wind of iodine salt
Makes me shiver like with cold -
That is what my soul goes through
When I hear the voice of you.

That’s my beacon in the night
When is no the slightest light,
Answer that no one can tell -
Voice of angel sings from Hell,

Voice of thoughts and horror dreams,
Fever, fervour, fade and dim,
Silky silver siren`s song
Frights me so and lures me so.

What I fear and what I`ve lost,
What desire at any cost -
All in it and all is thrown
Like your bone-and-golden crown.

Voice of siren is a snare,
Only trap, in what I swear,
Those who heard – you know, they're dead
Or at least they're cursed and mad,

Spending days upon the shore
With the splashes they implore,
Pray to monster: “Share my life
Like my lover or my wife!”

Neither mistress nor a doll
Not to me and not at all,
Blazing in the distant sky
Lures and leaves but never lies;

When I sleep in the far depths
When no hope or pain are left
Guide me there between the threats
With no shudder or regrets.