Siren

They follow at the wave of a finger. Her song makes them come.
She throws away the gifts they bring her, only keeping some.
Now they throw themselves into her arms, but she pushes them away.
The siren lets out the alarms, and with her, they must lay.
The warnings arising, she cries your name.
You follow and fall, right into her game.
You just can’t resist it, this firey lust.
You know that you shouldn’t, but know that you must.