Empty breathes the Siren’s call across the water
This new evil to temp man into the depths
Not through beauty; free from lust, desire
No call to the sea of false promises
Only a dagger, her anguish thrust between a sailor’s ribs
Her despair becomes his
Coaxing his mind away from sanity
He must go to her, and so braves the crushing cold
From a rock perched above the waves she watches him try
None have yet made it all the way
Yet how she wishes someone would.

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