quilloftheclouds: The siren’s song,It plays alongThe cresting whitecap waves From splashing ta
quilloftheclouds: The siren’s song,It plays alongThe cresting whitecap waves From splashing tailsTo snow white sails,It fills the foggy bay The prows of shipsTurn t’wards the cliffsOf crags and caverns grey The mist, it clouds,Conceals and shroudsThe cries of sirens’ prey A woman runs,The only oneTo escape their waylay Her glasses brightWith flick’ring lightWhen thrown the siren’s way The lenses shine,Catching their eyes,Leading them each astray Their hunt forlorn,The sirens mournThe one who got away. - An excerpt from Dione Nikolaeva’s journal, based on a personal recount from Dr. Zhaohui Shen (Check under the cut for more information~!) Keep reading -- source link
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