Continuation of yesterday’s post……
The sirens call out, searching and singing for their next prey. Perhaps a sailor will catch a glimmer of their image or a snippet of their song, like a hook on the lips.
Drawing power from Mother Earth, the Druid Archer lines up and pulls the bowstring taut. Arrows alight as the songs and beauty fall on uninterested female eyes and ears.
Too late to notice, too dead to care.
Druid relaxes near sundown. One less song singing in the trees tonight. The granite grants relief and shelter
To Be Continued….
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