A Star

A Star

She is soft, her light is gentle
Glowing with a tender flow
Like a candle's constant flicker
Shining down on earth below

Flame of white, warm and soft
Filled with goodness, filled with love
Ever constant, ever steadfast
Shining, shining high above

A star, small maybe
And in this we find an irony
Blacker, darker grow the night
Richer, fuller grows her light

She is always, always there
Never fading cold or dim
Only we down here below
At times lose sight of her within

Yet, whether we see her or not
Forever she is in the sky
Though all around her will fall away
She will remain, the last to die

Long ago she was created
A gift to mortals here below
Lit to chase away despair
And given the name Hope

Master or Slave

Master or Slave

Although I cannot walk or fly
Yet traveled the whole world have I
My master? They say it is the race man
And to him most faithful subject I am

But the history of the world I have read
And tell me, who has this folly said
For down through the centuries you’ll see
Man will do anything to get me

For me, it seems he will cheat any day
And lie, and kill and even betray
And to this day I do behold
How for me he roams the globe

And to obtain me, his ultimate goal
Man is willing to sell his soul
Man my master? That I cannot say
For more often than not, man is my slave

The Siren

The Siren
A voice sweeter than that of honey
A voice putting nightingales to shame
A song that sweeps across the ocean
And softly, gently calls your name

A figure fit for a goddess
Beauty one could not describe
A smile that melts your soul
Enchantment calling from those eyes

One song and you’re her captive
One look, you're no longer you
Beware, oh traveling sailor
That song is evil, that beauty cruel

Charms that mask deceit
Grace that covers spite
Innocence that hides the motive
Of a heart, black as night

Promises, promises are all lies
Poison in a sugar wrap
Leading you, unsuspecting
Into a carefully woven trap

Many a sailor sealed his fate
Following the voice of a beauty unknown
Many a ship was crashed and wrecked
Upon the rocks that form her throne

Yes, her hair is like molten gold
And her eyes are emerald green
Yes, she tempting, yes, she's charming
Yes, she's pretty, yes, she sings

Oh, to you she becomes everything
Long dreamed of, long desired perfection
Pray, beware! For you to her;
Are but another wreck she'll add to the collection