Analysis of my dear siren, the one by the sea

They say once in a blue moon
That once the clock reaches noon---
They say with a slight, bitter unease
There will be a maiden in the seas

Angular she was-- jagged lines high where the skin dry
White seeping, budding through the velvet tail of her blushing, oval eye
Speckles of rouge twitched under seafoam where she swayed
Mounds of silken salt submerged as her flower decayed

Dazed in a witch’s oils ----of ember and tulips
But fickle grey, ashen fibers tear -- they fool us
Cloaked in a sooty reign, only to leak into amber
For the lady in the sea, is a brash-- insolent, gambler

She sung odes and hummed somber melodies when i slept the day
whilst i told her of my tales, of the violet ophelia in the meadows-- freckled
she nurtured me and my growing sorrows by her bed, a tispy love speckled

On gentle evenings, we shared lores
And in the morning, she returned a maiden of shores
Highborn-- she was not, i too was far from this reverie
We whispered in the reef, deep night in the mellow sea

How little did we know-- it was to an eerie end
For the men are greedy, villians i shriek! Now i only pretend
The utter joys of her fluttering words, she slurred slightly
Yet i had kept those reminiscent, reserved in this sore vault, tightly-

But on that ghastly afternoon
i felt the water slump from the languid sockets, weary with sobs
Oh, my siren-- she allured me, my lone heart’s weeping throbs

I treasured her --- beneath the blue tissues above sand
My siren, blissfully she was-- if only she and me could stand

Surely i have met her too soon
She has easily ‘llowed me to wither at the roots
For when i peer westward, i still taste the coughs of salt
And yet, in these summer nights,
i only ponder on the crimson fragrance of metal