Dark hair swaying like seaweed
A Siren sits perched on a rock
Shrouded in a fine mist
She opens her mouth to sing
Her voice fills the air
A high haunting melody
Mingling with the rhythm of the waves
Reaching the ears of unwary sailors
Their minds become clouded
By a mad desire to join the Siren
As the song grows louder, stronger
They sail closer to their doom
Oblivious, they steer the ship into the rocks
Water floods the battered boat
As they sink with their ship
And into Death’s open arms
The Siren dives back into the sea
To join the skeletons of her prey
Above the water’s surface
The song of the Siren can be heard
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