Siren's Song

Below this place lies a foamy court.

Where everyone desires to be.

If you take a little dive,

Safely you may see-

Piles of treasure, coins and gems,

Artefacts all-powerful lie.

Libraries with secrets that fall nations,

Spells and tomes, far and wide.

The merfolk there love all who come,

Granting you boundless revelry.

Eternally you may dwell there,

With your love sing melodies.

(A vigilant one, I see. Then...)

This is the song sought by all,

Luring everyone's true hearts.

If you want to learn more,

Have my confession, I ask-

I hate staying here,

Singing this song fragilely.

Only you can help,

Free me, and we'll live happily!

(Splash. Alas, that's another down.)

The Tower

Everyone has a tower:

A tower of their gifts

Built up for no regrets.

Inside there lies

Powers bestowed to them

Since their first cry in the darkest hour;

Gold, positions and relations,

Found since the first spark of understanding.

Towers start to grow.

Gifts pile up.

But many still want more.

Their desire all-consuming,

Making and breaking them.

Later in a terrible night,

Their towers become. A. Bit. Too. High!

First a bang known to all,

Gifts topple from the farthest skies

Cascading until all collapse!

All except the content,

Who know a tower too high makes them fall.

"Not the highest. But mine is enough."

They stood still with a respectable height.

A testimony to all fools that overloaded theirs.

Two Auroras

In the world two auroras can be seen: 

One in the glory of cold,

Giving awe to those that are told;

Another in the ignorance of all,

Seldom seen by the short and tall.

Yet what's unseen is often the most valuable,

What's ignored is noticed only by the able.

It is glorious as dawn, mysterious like midnight;

Each person has their own colour,

And mankind forms their own aurora.

In it the wordy chronicle the pure scenery,

The factual invent and improve and renew;

The wish push and nudge to clear obstacles,

The joyful charm and share happy hours.

Together the sky is filled with green and purple.

Yet the little and mild gets their role:

They run, they work, they try, they serve.

Their experience is the building block of greatness.

They might be the blackness in the sky,

But they still shine in their own shade.

The world is like two auroras.

All things shine with iridescence,

And all men prized with their own value:

Because mankind forms their own aurora.

Within it, each person has their own colour.

The Forest Dream

Nearer and nearer, to that place am I,

The forest is calling, full of reverie.

A paradise I seldom tell.

The satyrs dance, the flowers resonate;

The myths converge, the wildlife mingle.

A lock between fantasies break.

When illusions morph and change,

So is me, with this joy and blessing.

A view rarely known to men.

Scenes fade here, less truthful than a dream;

Still I search a way to thee.

A fantasy to be relived.

Why to stop a heart from breaking

Why to stop a heart from breaking,

Is enough not to live in vain;

Without thee their hope still forsaking,

Wither and die without gain;

But even if one ceases the world's pain,

Blossoms seen all over the heaviest rain

Is still not enough not to live in vain.