• A lady on the shores
    singing not far away.
    Her song is louder than the waves
    and I pray to Bragi for her to stay.

    I get closer, and she is still there
    singing her heart away.
    My heartbeat increases
    with every lyric she has to say.

    My boat is sailing toward her
    with the wind's slowing sway.
    I believe she grows impatient
    through every passing day.

    I finally reach the shores
    on where upon she laid.
    For she is there nomore
    only a feather in her place.

    Was she an angel?
    And went back on heaven's way.
    Or was she a siren?
    That could've devoured my heart today.