The Siren

Like a gale, she sings

Her song angellic

Her voice, a harp playing high octaves.

She is a bird, yet a fish in the water.

She sings for that is all she can do.

Her song, a trap

BAIT.

For the men at sea, she lures.

No fishermen today.

She is the man-woman.

Her song, the hook.

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