the water swirled around me, lifting my hair in the wave
the sunlight streaming in creates a shimmering on my scales
i hum, letting the power of my song compel the fish no one can save
their flesh almost as good of those who walk on two feet
my hunger is not satisfied, and i feel the water ripple
could it be that one has stumbled onto my sanctuary?
i let my tongue lick across my teeth, feeling the creature, in fear, cripple
their feeling lights up my eyes and has my mouth watering
tasting the water, i know the creature is hurt before red clouds the sea
i watch their form slouch, the smell of blood drawing me in like a magnet
i lift my head out, to dazzle them with my beauty, but they do not see me
tears are spilling out over their eyelashes as they attempt to wipe them away
i casually wonder what has created their pain, on them had i not laid a finger?
to my surprise, a song burst out over their quivering lips
the melody is known only to me, it flows with grace, the notes linger
how could such a creature, hurt and broken, create the music of a siren?
lost in disbelief, my attention is captured by the talent of a mere beast
it sings in longing of the water, of simplicity, of companionship
my mind wonders if i should suffer in hunger, if i should abandon the feast
the creature catches a glimpse of me, their voice pauses in fright
the spell is broken, and I dive beyond their vision in the span of a second
their voice does return, but not without fear in acknowledgement of my presence
how could i have allowed myself to come so close, to have been beckoned?
there was no mistake, they were much too special to take the life of
i pull myself away from the thing for which my hunger begs
how could its kind not see the gift it holds so obviously?
there was no doubt in me that this was a siren that sung on two legs
and if even if i was the only one who saw it, i loved this creature