The siren sits upon the rocks
that litter stormy seas
her singing draws the sailors in
and drags them to their knees

Her eyes are green and flecked with gold
her skin is pale as ice
and paired with her soprano voice
many does she entice

On serene days when waves rock not
the ocean waters blue
she sings and sings brings down whole ships
sweet voice a spiteful coo

She feels no sorrow for these deaths
for they are her revenge
she once had known true love and lost
so this she must avenge

She knows that humans are to blame
for losing her true love
some sailors thought him quite a show
brought him to land above

She sees the sailors old and young
have wives and children, some
their lips turn up in smiles sad
as they write letters home

And this she just cannot condone
for she misses these things
the warmth of a lover’s embrace
kissing as her heart sings

Times when the sea is fraught with storm
her voice too weak and sore
she sulks within her grotto cave
till sunlight takes the shore

But on calm days when waves rock not
the ocean waters blue
she sings and sings brings down whole ships
to pay her debt that’s due