The Siren's Song

Upon their isle they lay in wait
Their voices singing of sweet sorrows,
Wavering on the misted ocean breeze
Entrancing young sailors,
And casting them to their knees
Pulling them closer to their final fate.

Their melodies entwine with the water's slow tides,
Touching upon the moon and skies
And upon the ears of the unwary,
Binding the soul of the sailor's heart
An angelic chorus singing of lies
Masking the hatred the music hides.

Waves crash upon the rocky shores,
Embracing the foolish who passed their waters
Reaping the souls of those who travelled
Those who heard the song, and sought the secret
Believing the mystery could be unraveled.
The mystery to doom those who would explore.

Beware, sailor, beware
For if you sail those deadly seas
Listen not to the songs
Steer clear of their isle
For if you fail, you shall be gone
Doomed to die in the siren's lair.