I prefer banshees

I wanted to write a poem about sirens, 

since my dear friend wrote one

His was a wonder, and wonderings thereof 

But my poems have only banshees

Sitting atop my crows nest, mocking my journeys

But, i admit sirens are not as audible as banshees

You see, sirens frequent the rocky ledges of the seas

Banshees are quite diverse, 

    they can be in forests, my backyard, the river side

I often have a few encroached and squatting in my head

They wail, you could complain what is a wail before a siren's song

I could defend the banshees, for wails are unmistakable

Unlike the sirens they do not deceive, lure or trap

They wail and torment, frighten and shock

This banshee of love sits ever so gently in my head

Wails and taunts about my impossible desires

The banshee of absence perches adjacent, joins love's wailings

Together they keep me company in my life's failings