Siren’s Vow Through the Fog

I wake again in borrowed skin. Salt in my lungs,

blood in my veins. The sea remembers what I forget. Every vow,

every silhouette. I've worn a thousand names before. Died on land, died on shore,

but every life one truth remains. The universe sings you back to me again.

I hear your roars cut through the night. A ghost I love,

a doomed lament. Oh, don't follow my voice through the

fog and fall. It's not a hymn, it's a siren's moan.

I'd tear my throat to let you live, but the monster takes what the