Upon night’s descent
I stole away
To see her beauty
To glimpse her face
Legends spoke
Of her countenance
Her milky skin
Her silken tress
Oh my Lady, I bow to thee
Thy love I crave
Thy great beauty
Oh my Lady, I dream of thee
On fevered nights
In reverie
Long I sought her
Desperately
With haunted thoughts
She burned in me
Of “The cruel siren”
I was told tales
Warned to desist
Lest I fall prey
The Siren called to me
In my dreaming mind
“Find me, my dearest”
She spoke to me
“And I will pledge my love to thee”
Years have passed in ceaseless search
Yet the siren still eludes me
At last I found her
Waiting for me
“thy life is mine
To satiate me”
Her terrible face
Gorgeous, cold
I will never forget
It haunts my soul
That day I died
Killed by the Siren’s darkened love
She stole my life
To prolong her own
Fed upon the souls
Of those who sought her hand
Immortal rites
Forever slaying…
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