The Siren's Song

Over the horizon the eagles sing
To the west sits a lonely sea
Below the sunset rests a castle with a King
A happy king, a king who is me.

Mystery to the east, sadness to the north
But here in this castle there is peace
A king I have become from the drifter who set forth
My only hope is for more than a mere lease.

I return to the world from whence I came
The emptiness surrounds me
Nothing has changed, it's all the same
To the west I lay, floating above my lonely sea.
I am not a king, I am just me.

Winter Comes
To my castle I am destined to return
And now I sit upon my throne of gold
The deep wounds of a black burn
Begin to heal as I remember what I was told.

You are my castle, you are my throne
You are my sea to the west, you are the eagle's song
When your thoughts are with me I am never alone
When I think of you I can never be wrong.

My castle may not be real, my throne may be made of tar
But in my mind you make them real, for I have seen.
You are the one who built my castle, I know you are
You are my spirit, you are my soul, you are my Queen.

Greg, this is very sweet. Is this inspired by a real life muse? If so, she’s very lucky. I didn’t realize you had such a charming romantic side. Very sweet.

Thanks, Breanne.

I did write it with someone in mind, but  I'll probably never know if she saw herself.  Stuff happens, ya know?  Nevertheless, I still think it's neat.

Thanks again!

Greg that was very cool man, came straight from the heart. Good job.

Thank you, sir Ayham.  It truly was

beautiful

That was really, really good.

Hey cool, thanks you two! Glad you enjoyed it!