• The Sound of frothed waves
    Crashing to the shore
    Tossing and turning
    In the night forever more

    A lone battered rock
    Sits in the center
    Of the tossing and turning
    Not knowing any better

    Whispered songs are heard
    As sailors sail pass
    A thick fog rolls in
    Covering the salted masts

    A slim figure appears
    Of a young, pale girl
    She sits on the rock
    Letting her song whirl

    The sailors all pause
    Enchanted by the tune
    Some seduced sailors jump
    Into the watery doom

    As her song enthralls
    She flips her scaled tail
    The song is carried by wind
    As the wind rips at sails.

    Her half smile enchants
    All sailors listen spellbound
    Her siren voice rises
    Sailors leap out at the sound