Like Clockwork- the songs and poems of a sad, gay, spanglish ghost (Lesbian)

Born From a Cursed Song, Wings Made of Rainbows

Every night these days I go to the dark, less illuminated part of a coastal town
I fly around and perch on the ceiling of the same building
Following a feeling

All over Siren-kind spread the legend of a woman who escaped
So I come and see
I have grown to like her bright smile
How it could light up a whole void if unattended

In darkly lit streets, down a dark alleyway built with dark bricks, stands her favorite bar and her smile
Even there, I can't see how the block doesn't light up
It warms my heart
Thought it cold and merciless
Seems like it got bored
Or something more
Turbulence

I am a creature of folklore
Not to be confused with a mermaid
We don't have tails, wings
History famously twists things as time goes by and changes facts
Sometimes to confuse, sometimes faulty mental acts

They're colorful, bright and made of fatal allure
Do you know what we have at home?
A hill of bones
All sailors lured to our songs
A lullaby that lulls you to your last sleep
The one eternal

Law of nature
They kill too
That they should be the only ones exempt is a silly rule
Do they teach them to bend rules in school?
Is it simply in their molecules?

Yet one day
The sirens stood atop their cliffs and sang their song
At first she seemed deaf, a human alone
Then it seemed she only heard one
She looked straight up at me
My golden eyes scanned her forest greens
I had the urge to fly down
She smiled, "You're a creature I did not expect to find! Your beautiful song brought me here, it seems the stars aligned! Maybe you can help me with this, to make it quicker to unbind?"

She was releasing turtles from being tangled up in waste
There was also a seal that was particularly stuck in a net
I placed a bet
Bird claws for feet, I cut them loose

I talked to the woman all night
About her efforts to save the voiceless, the wild things
It ignited a small fire in my soul

She compared the colors of my wings to a rainbow
And told me of her people's parades with outfits that looked like me
"You could see something like that there!"
No one would notice it was real

Turns out because of who she loved, she was hunted like the wildlife

I told her to to home
"The tides get strong this late"
Pleaded with her not to come back
To these specific cliffs that looked like gates
"It's dangerous here"
It felt like my heart wept

"It's dangerous everywhere"
The small fire began to spread wide
"Some day you should come around, you'll blend in at parades"

So I'm here watching
There's one soon
Learning
Looking down a dark alleyway
Lit up by the sound of an alluring song
A laughter that brings hope
And a smile