A Siren’s Desire (An Ode to Damon)

A/N: I feel confident that this piece will resonate with some, but since this is my first post (ever!), I am not expecting much to happen except to share my voice and get my writing out there to a wider audience. I also hope to learn from as many writers of all types while on this exhilarating adventure of sharing my writing.

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“A Siren’s Desire (An Ode to Damon)”

Let the reigns be held, their love sacred and unnatural woes. His breath as icy as the icebergs that float atop the waters of Antarctica; that is where his mate originates. She calls upon the sails, brings them with a soft tune; her harmony is fluid.

His love for her was unwavering, and there was no shield as her eyes were the only poison he did not need. His love was his love, and she her king. They called her the Siren of the Antarctic seas. Her hair waved in the death-gripping winds of the Artic.

She looks to him, her smile unsettling to most men, and her eyes that captivated and brought them, including him, to their knees. There was no way out of her soft touch that lingered along the caressed cheek which her hand laid upon.

His mind now claimed by her, he’d be under her wing, casting shadows upon the good, and shaming those who did bad. Her voice was the cry of the Artic, voyager of his heart, and was the mightier of the world’s screams.

His secrets were the least of her worries, and her powers the least of his. He frozen in time, her watching as time goes on. Death and his brother beseeched. His love gone a mere sixty years, and his love an immortal of the night.

Love be concurred, and the world burnt. The Siren knows best, place them to the test. The devil’s advocate plays on sight. Her hair whips around them, convinced that they be tortured, or run with the devil.

One tale for all, one Siren for him.