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The Siren's Song
She glides upon the night shadow,
Sweet silk spun from a dream.
Somewhere just past the soft willow,
A silence quelling scream.
She is the Huntress of the Night,
Speaks love for fallen prey.
Come to relish the grim delight
Of kill left to decay.
By lure of lust upon the lips,
No scavenger may taste.
Have I been meshed the crimson drips
Of new life given waste.
Infidelity Insatiate,
It writhes within her eyes.
She dances with sisters of Hate
But hordes herself the prize.
Cloaked in evil, her coat soft white
Yet shimmers in the dark.
By Mystic allure of Night
Befalls brother the mark.
By every sanctioned law of life
Falls virtue, now unbidden.
Now all fair game, the Siren rife,
Naught here remains forbidden.
Feast now, forever, heart to heart,
May none appease this haunting.
Eyes of the dead duly impart;
Lay me to the glade, wanting.
Forest echoes soft Raven tress,
Never "mine" ‘er I long.
If but to die in sweet caress...
Victim, the Siren's song.
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