Meh...something I made up in 5 minutes just now to liven up this section of the forum.
Ionian choruses whelp
As you cry to me,
We stand on mist, upon the sea.
Slated tools for yours to choose
And with hesitant eyes you do refuse.
But your weeping is that of a locrian lie:
Suspenseful with tension but never fulfilling,
But you grimace at your miserable life
for your life is one where you'd prefer to die.
In this world,
albeit fictitious,
Life is an obstacle
for all who live it.
So I begin to proceed
To drown you in 'heathened' sea.
I guess if you want to reply, give me your interpretation of the poem? It should be pretty obvious though, lol - I'm no modernist/symbolist who leave interpretations completely up to the readers. But use your creative minds to come up with interesting interpretations =D