The Siren

A foggy day,

Even the sea

Seems gray.

It only makes it easier

To make you her prey.

Although the fog makes everything dimmer,

When she approaches,

Even the mist seems to shimmer.

Her false beauty

Makes everything glimmer.

It appears to be a perfect day,

For those who seem to want

To hide away.

But all she wants from you

Is to play.

And so, through the shining mist,

Approaches she who claims to

Want to assist.

She slips under the water,

Leaving you with a longing to be kissed.

She sings the songs of the lost,

You shall follow her,

Feel her breath of frost.

Only then,

Shall you know the cost.