Siren Song Wailing

the sky wept
the day her voice broke
through the sound of waves
lapping at his ship
and he caught a glimpse of her.
doe-eyed. innocent, she
was not.
the water raged
in protest. the sun wore
its blackest veil,
in mourning. and could not bare
to watch

I am the villain in
this story.
I am the take
in give
and take
I was selfish and
hungry for a heart
softer than my own. I stole him
and he scorched my eyes
with his brightness
I have not been able to see
clearly since.