The Curse of a Siren

How awful it must be to be a siren of the sea

To have every man flock to her

Even men she does not want

All because she is beautiful.

"Stop! Spare yourselves!" she begs

But her voice does more harm than good

As they only hear an angelic tune.

The men see her beauty and grace

While blind to her danger and deal with death

So they follow her into the dark Ocean

Where their broken hearts will be the least of their worries

As their souls are lost within the waves.

She had lost count years ago of the lives she had ruined

All because she is beautiful.