Siren’s Call

The clock hand strikes three

The sound echoes off the walls,

My hand continues to tremble

As I hear my Siren’s Call.

The paper blank before me,

My pen begins to fall.

My breaths become steadier,

As I reply to my Siren’s Call.

The paper continues to fill

As I scratch and proceed to maul,

I have etched into eternity

As I respond to my Siren’s Call.

My nerves become more stable

As I look upon my scrawl.

My mind can rest in the quiet

As I have acknowledged my Siren’s Call.

I sit in the piercing silence,

Nearly spent after it all.

I gladly tear down my world

As I answer my Siren’s Call.