Sirens of the Tar

On my way through ever densening woods
I came upon a lake that strangely lured
A sudden fear made me flee in horror
Still I felt drawn towards that black water

I rambled on, searching for my home
As I met Death but he did not roam
He told me rattled; 'Traveler thou must know
I'm stranded too, and am now child of woe'

These pits are watching you
Black eyes that see straight through
They call you from afar
The sirens of the tar

Death spoke concerned; 'Don't wander off too far
The ones who do, I find facedown in the tar
Eyes black and mute. And this ain't known widespread;
But even I'm not sure if they're alive or dead'

These pits are watching you
Black eyes that see straight through
They call you from afar
The sirens of the tar

Then, through the trees I heard singing up yonder
A lovely sound that eased my pondering
As I started wading I heard Death crying;
'Your soul is the tar and your mind the siren'