• The sound of a siren’s song,
    Echoes in the dark of the night,
    Silent and soothing flowing in perfect harmony,
    Reaching out to the lone and crying.

    Silent notes floating in the air,
    Taking flight to those who will it,
    Numbing their hearts as lifeless dolls,
    Entrapping every essence of they’re suffering souls.

    There she stands,
    Ready to steal your soul,
    Be wary for she is not the beauty of the night,
    Within lies of the eyes she confide.

    Illusions will darken your mind,
    Lies in her beauty she manipulates,
    Bending and twisting hearts that cry,
    Embracing pleasure as they slowly die.

    Be fooled not by false beauty,
    For if the will is inside there is a way,
    Find the light that will fight,
    Use the eyes of truth to see which is wrong and right.

    If one’s heart is true and just,
    There is always hope in the darkest hour,
    Defy her lies and look beyond beauty,
    There you will see her true identity.

    Do not be cruel,
    But to instead listen with the heart,
    She too cries in despair,
    Her heart is broken beyond all repair.

    Another victim of failed love,
    Still searching and waiting,
    As the legends and the folklore,
    She await his return on the ocean shore.

    Never moving or aging,
    Deprived from life and time,
    Immortalized by the love that dwells within her,
    There she waits patiently forever.