Sirens of the Deep/ The Final Recompence.

Ministering,
otherworldly, beings -
perhaps they are sirens,
naiads,
called up from the depths
of every flyer's Thanitos:
these sepia nymphs
with caring hands,
rounded arms,
and gentle breasts upon a fallen cheek.

Would that i were laid,
in the end,
in such arms.
Divinities
crowding, in sympathy,
some creature dashed and wasted upon the rocks.