So comely, the sirens mourn – work in progress

So comely, the sirens mourn
turned to ash and shadows
spirits of their loves gone.

Caged, they dwell within
the prison of the mind
So oft at war, a damning sin.

The melancholy maladies
surge and erupt
attuned to these tragedies.

Atropine-tainted shadows
they linger, striated
tracing veins in throes.

Through distant memories;
whispering to one then
echoing into melodies

And mad maledictions
pictures of mental anguish
staining all convictions.

Forever frozen as pewter flakes
Begone! but they live as cries
each time she lies awake
each time she closes her eyes

© 2016

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