The Siren

A voice sweeter than that of honey

A voice putting nightingales to shame,

A song that sweeps across the ocean

And softly, gently calls your name.

A figure fit for a goddess,

Beauty one could not describe,

A smile that melts your soul,

Enchantment calling from those eyes.

One song and you're her captive,

One song, you are no longer you.

Beware, oh traveling sailor,

That song is evil, that beauty cruel.

Charms that mask deceit,

Grace that covers spite,

Innocence that hides the motive

Of a heart, black as night.

Promises, promises are all lies

Poison in a sugar wrap,

Leading you, unsuspecting

Into a carefully woven trap.

Many a sailor sealed his fate

Following the voice of a beauty unknown.

Many a ship has crashed and wrecked

On the rocks that form her throne.

Yes, her hair is like molten gold,

And her eyes are emerald green,

Yes, she tempting, yes she's charming,

Yes, she's pretty, yes she sings,

Oh, to you, she becomes everything,

Sweet, alluring, desirable perfection

Pray, beware! For to her,

You are another wreck she'll add to the collection.