30 May 2012

She's ghostly pale, With tapered limbs, She waits beneath the sea.

She sings her song, With thick-lashed eyes, Directs that gaze at me.

Bewitching noise, Sculpted cheeks, Her perfection is unreal.

Fixating voice, Ruby red lips, I strive to seal this deal.

She pulls me down, With soft white hands, Through water and beneath.

I only watch, With glassy eyes, Until I see her teeth.

Razor sharp, Feral, wild. Nothing as I saw.

Monster, beast, Inhuman thing, Not the queen she was before.

Siren.

HeatherAnneSiren. • Opuss № I