Siren Song

Sing my sweet siren, sing just for me,

sing me to my death, to my reveille.

A shimmer on the ocean, a whisper on the breeze,

this wonderful temptress, brings me to my knees.

Tis a vexing sound, this song she can sing,

to seize my heart, and hold my being.

Awaken such darkness, a longing for depravity

mingling with pleasure, pain bringing ecstasy.

Then to taunt me from my harbor, my safety forgotten,

her arms around my neck, from my senses begotten.

A chill causing buss, my will now surrendered

my final waking moment, with a smile I’ll be remembered.


“Sing my sweet siren, sing just for me . . .”