Beneath the depths of a churning sea

A creature lives concealed from thee

Her call may beckon sweet and pure

But do not fall victim to allure

A kiss from her lips bestows her breath

Or condemns thy mortal soul to death

The pure of heart have not to fear

For that is what they hold most dear

Beneath the depths of the churning sea

The sirens song calls to thee

— V. R. Pond