A Sirens Child

A Sirens’ Child You’d like an introduction?-I’m Loki of the Lake, Don’t wander my direction if you have a soul to take. I bid you dare not question, The art of nymph seduction. I punish those with souls, Who think the water has no tolls. But the pleasure of torment is depleting, My actions are miscreating. When they are alone. My Angel Lover has her God, And my envious is odd, I do not want her king, Just desire that he seems to bring. Alas-to my melancholy fate, There is no worthy mate. No soulless demon has the heart, To play a fathers part. I am meant to be alone. A pregnant maiden and her knight, A child their delight. I hold my stomach small, And let out a solitary call. No seed to make my progeny, I am an unproductive deity. In my secluded home, No partner of my own, I am all alone. April 07 Sheena Allen