Listen to the songs of doom!

The fatigued men 
Look up to the sky, and then
Stare ahead at the hazy shores of scattered rocks
Where
Death awaits with
Want.

How tired are you, Orpheus?  How far ahead is
Home?  The rowing men have taken down the oars.  There’s
Something else on their
Minds — in the tangles of their heads dance 
Unseen joys as the
Sirens wait.

But you, Orpheus, have seen
Love and loss and the darkest nooks of the
World beneath the ground. Your soul is not for
Sale.  Yet the sirens spin a web of notes 
That
Spread across the waves and get into
The flesh and blood of
Lusty, needy men.

The immortal gods have
Handed you the lyre fit for
Heavens.  On the tumultuous waves of
Unsure charms is the stormy 
Mix of  emotions.  Let your music flow!
Let the rhythm of your 
Persistence wash away the storms. Let the
Cascade of your notes drift away
With the breeze, and let the
World know well that you,
Orpheus, can shatter all
The tunes of
Death that
Crawl in —
With your 
Music sewn with
Light.

[Fariel Shafee writes: The author has degrees in physics.  However, she loves to wander around in mythological and speculative worlds.  Her writing has been published in 34 Orchard, Sirens Call, Parabnormal, Tales from the Moonlit Path etc.  She is also an award winning artist.  Her website is http://fshafee.wixsite.com/farielsart]