Circe And Charybdis...........

The siren calls and every part of me aches to succumb. I don't know if she is aware of this but she drives my soul beyond the edges of the world. The problem is that while she is Circe, her soul is Charybdis, looking to swallow me whole. The truth of it all is that I fly willingly into that danger, caring little if I come out again, but she can never know. She gives me peace and pirpose, but she can never know. The embers of my dying fire burst into new flame at her touch, but she can never know. I don't even have to fortitude to tell her that there are things she can never know. How can I possibly survive this when I can't even tell the person that is centrally INVOLVED in my disposition the she IS involved. Fate is cruel, as is my mistress, but she can never know.