'Tis a broken song to sing, a bleak melody to ponder

The aching loneliness does bring, wounds not healing any longer

Tune flows out like streams of blood, lyrics sharp and somber

A poet's hurt such as a flood, waves crashing ever stronger

Teardrops of the mighty flood, have now trickled to a river

Feet treading through the layers of mud, in their failing feat they quiver

A siren weeping ripples here, mourning love you refused to give her

That broken song caressing ears, a touch chilling as a shiver

Her throat burns yet she goes on, soft enough to make the earth quake

The very ground you step upon, rumbling with her tragic ache

How do you turn a blind eye, she's been torn by your mistake

Her very soul does cry, while you can hardly even shake

A storm has passed tonight, though you still do not repent

Siren sings beneath blue moonlight, of the love she does resent

A lullaby to make you tremble, deep beneath the twisted torment

No longer shall she dissemble, all but you shatter at the poet's lament