from my perch above the sea a soft song comes to me and there in the phosphorescence foam a vision singing me home. yes, I know it is a vision from deep within, for she would never begin to lure me with a siren's song but bade me to stay where I belong. and yet her voice is warm and clear and it sweetly caresses my ear it is her without a doubt I feel my spirit begin to move about I see her face, I see her form I long for her arms, strong and warm. glowing there in the phosphoric foam open wide to welcome me home Dragondancer, Faery Bride at whose death, I vainly tried to follow cross the river Stix but could nay pass the Boatman's tricks. for then she turned me back to my own life her rejection more painful than the stab of the knife but her message clear and plain I would have to bear my own pain it goes against my common sense to believe that she would commence to sing me to her arms once more but yet there she is, calling me from my cave above the shore now I sit at the edge of my cave my feet swing free high above the ocean wave and all I have to do is fall and answer to the Siren's call.