The Cave

There is a cave on a far off shore
Which gapes out across an unknown sea
A great mouth eternally ravenous
The maw of a monster yearning to pull free

Mottled grey are the rocks of the cliff face
From which the cave's entrance yawns
Inside, stalagmites and stalactites
Grow in mysterious threatening forms

Inside the cave it is black as pitch
Except for an eerie phosphorescent glow
That illuminates a deep underground lake
How deep that water is nobody knows

At dusk a sea nymph rises from the water
Her perfect body as clear as glass
Her voice as she sings is heavenly sweet
No human who hears can get past

Bones lie at the bottom of the black pool
Of men she lured in with her song
who drowned as they tried to reach her
the lust inside too strong

Beyond the nymph's glassy black lake
Beyond the cave floor, black and hard
at the back of this cave full of malice
Lies a host of wreaks, a ships grave yard

Such is the fate to all who wander
Into this forgotten ocean grave
Whether by nymph or craggy rock
None will ever leave the cave.