to the rhythm of my sirens song

[dogmai21]

i think milton was right, and the notion of rhyming verse is more restricting than artful, more of a hassle and a cripple than it could be a true expression, and i had no intention of including it, however it appears inspiration failed to take heed of intentionality.

i hear your name
as though it rings deep in my soul
a slow rhytmic vibration
the first sign of life
on a cold dark lonesome moon
the slightest quake, the faintest sound
but just enough to sway the whole 
never to return and never to forget
the sweetest pain, and no regret
as I would die a thousand times
than hazard lose you in my mind
some day ahead I stand strong and true
and my true love confess to you
but yet I wait for the day to arrive
and die that much more inside
my shame restrains, my courage fails
the walls of truth I can't assail
on fear for I by chance reveal
your dance of love was not the real;
to find myself alone in dark
I wander not, for all is stark
when lies as truth will suffice
to sacrifice my mortal life
all is lost what can be right
no longer days, forever night
by chance in dreams you will alight
to set my capsized soul aright