song to the siren (III)

mithologically speaking, the sirens were creatures whose songs drawn the sailors to the coast, where their ships would crash and sink. similar to the mermaids, but with a difference: sirens are not sea creatures. nowadays we imagine them pretty much like mermaids, but if you ask me, they were much more like harpies.

lured by the song of the siren. they lured the sailors to their doom. but what if the sailor wants to embrace his doom? what if he wants to turn his ship into a wreckage for a siren's song? and what if he sings his own song to the siren? driven by need, by sheer desire of a lone and erratic life, he might well be willing to try a last-ditch effort: to sing a song to the siren, to lure her into his drowning arms, to stay with her. he knows - oh, he knows - that he will die trying, whether she answers or not. and yet he sings. he sings to the siren, he brings her out of her rock, he sails to his death. all for a song.

gods, how i wished i could listen such a song.