I was bored, so I wrote this

siren

Dulcet tones

ring out over the open sea.

The sun meets the waves,

reflecting as the surf claps firmly

against the face of cliffs.

Hear those fingers quickly plucking;

each note is thunderous,

even above the ocean's roar.

Solitude is her accompaniment;

there is not another soul here,

yet hers still soars.

Her dark hair flows smoothly

with the wind's caress.

Beautiful brown eyes survey

the endless horizon before her.

Sun-touched skin glows

as dusk draws near.

Surrounding the jagged rocks,

the restless sea hears her song.

Ancient wood hums and sings

as fingers and strings dance on and on.