It wasn't her fault. She only wanted some company, some sweet respite, some escape.

Oh, how she hated that it was her fault.

The more lonely she got, the harder it was to contain. The melancholy rattled inside her head till she was full to bursting.

The pain riled.

Her mouth flew open. A note slipped free.

Ah yes.

Wonderful, and yet more agonising.

She couldn't stop herself now, mouth moving with the pent up symphony, and hands clenching with the pain that came with it.

Fevered anguish.

Lonely calling.

Siren song.

A thousand melodies, she had heard them call.

Perfect cascading harmony, she had heard them cry.

Horrified, as she watched them come.

Haunted, as she watched them die.

Siren song.