• A sirens allure lies in her gaze
    Plotting and scheming hiding in haze
    Crafty witch casting charms and spells
    Subduing and wooing men, what does she tell?

    Dark enchantress now my mistress
    Her sweet symphonic voice pierces my soul
    My heart belongs to one which is black as coal
    A shallow exterior hiding in primness

    Swept by her and now in heavy waters
    Escape implausible in a sea with no bounds
    Drifting away from shore loosing firm ground
    I the slave of her whim with no where to swim only whimper

    A tear in a vast open pool goes unheard
    Lost and confuse realizing men are in fact shallow
    It is perhaps this reason men face the gallows
    Becoming a plaything meant to be tinkered

    Her beauty my blunder is something amiss?
    Eye penetrates and petrifies with a wicked leer
    Taunting those about to die with a simple sneer
    Death awaits sealed with a kiss