You're the breeze or the air
that I've ever needed to breathe
You're the siren, extinct or rare
but I know you bleed in a myth

You lure the world into
the ocean of the unknown
where they have never been to
but your eyes have all the scenes shown

When you scream in pain
they say it's the enchanting music
that crowns the heart over brain
and lures a man to your attic

What happens after is either
predicted, scripted or directed
in the halls of your lost feather
that is then, differently sculptured

You're the very evil creature
who exists because I too
exist in your magical feature
which is a myth in the Ocean's zoo

© Sabita