• The Fallen Hag

    Vanity came swiftly to the sirens of old

    Her name was inconsequential, never to be told

    Hair that wrapped her waist, her legs and in between

    A sight for gods to behold, she was a their queen

    Years along the sandy shores, luring man after man

    Singing nothing of life, just her shell and her tan

    The fellows would come and stroke her curly mess

    Making her feel sick, she revolted the madness

    She screamed out to angels and gods alike

    “Take this curse from me, let me see the light!”

    The gods did as she requested; taking her beauty and charm

    Leaving her haggard, disgusting and suddenly alarmed

    She had not wanted it to be like this

    Only to have a brain, simplicity and not to be missed

    Days dragged on, while her mind maintained the same

    Nothing to do but pick at scabs and curse their godly names

    On a cold day without the shield of the myth there

    She no longer had the warmth of her long onyx hair

    That chilly night she met her end, blue in face

    With no one at all, rotting in that very same place

    Her legend was not that she left as a queen

    She was remembered for being haggard and mean