CAMELOT FANTASIES

INFECTIOUS SEA

Infectious beauty, cast visions by the sea.
What is in the deep, not knowing how far.
Sirens voices, serenading for what they reap.
Crests pounding, against the channels ov the beach.
Echoing their sounds, too the ships they reach.
Lonely hearts, ov the men they beseech.
Drifting upon their grave, like dancing to a tune.
They always cast their spells, ov not to leave to soon.
Sometimes the heart emulates, more pain then it can take.
To free itself, again from the restraints.