The Siren

She sings a song of love and bliss

Yet she has never had a kiss

For though the men adore her so

She knows that she must let them go

Unto the sea she sends their souls

Their fate is out of her control

Although no man is left alive

She prays one day he will survive

They yell curses as they drown

She wishes they could see her frown

They scream, “Murderer, demon, thief!”

They do not know of all her grief

For though she wants to shed a tear

Her tune must always tell of cheer

A siren’s song is two men’s curse

Though deadly for the sailor, for the siren is worse.