a/n: I got this idea while wilting with boredom in my English class. .
.hope you like!

Come, my sisters, and listen well
For I have got a tale to tell.
Betrayed by lovers now long-gone,
We have no choice but to sing our song.
A song of pride, of grief, of pain
A song of blood and nightshade-bane.
As tears of ice roll down our cheeks
The song of death to those that seek.
A haunting melody echoes near,
Beware, o mortals, of your own fear.
Lingering, growing, as ages pass
Our hate is strong. . .but love surpass.
Ocean green, treacherous lust,
The curse we sing is wrought of dust.
Our frozen hearts no man may see,
For we are sirens of the sea.
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