The Siren

Say your words, and say them fast,
Pour out your soul, on vellum cast.
Like Odysseus bound to mizzen-mast,
Sail through time, for past is past.
Sing along with Siren's call,
Stay your course, lest you should fall.
Like star from heaven cast the pall,
And continue on for one and all.
Pity not the drudge nor maid,
For things undone are yet unmade,
So ride into yon cavalcade,
Beyond the grave, come ghost or shade.
The words, oh so soft and sweet,
Are bitter honeycomb to eat.
That my rhyme should call to feet,
An army of the dark elite.
And no task should thus intrude,
No man shall find he can elude,
The song of Siren's fortitude,
And on that song forever brood.