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Siren


She’s just a temptress of desire and she’s going to quench you fire

Till you tremble in her arms and be taken by her charms

She’ll tell you all about the witches and their ill begotten riches

From a world that’s long been dead, she’ll whisper to you while in bed

 

And of a snake she’ll take the part and wrap herself around your heart

She’ll just squirm and twist and slither and she’ll smile as you just wither

Sounds of her demonic laugh will ring, in your mind as you just scream

Scream and scream and plead, no more, but can’t help desiring her

 

Thoughts of heroes that have died, wishing you were lying by their side

But the tortures not yet done, there still a long way to go my son

Till you beg and plead for death and the pains sapping your breath

Laughing while she’s discarding you, realizing that she’s finally through

 

As the nightmares slowly might, come to you throughout the night

You’ll toss and turn alone in bed, wondering why’s it that you’re not dead

For no compassion, pity or care and no love that you may share

Will she toss you as a bone, no hope, no love; you’re on your own

 

And when there’s nothing left of you as man, you’ll be wanting her again

But the love from her you crave you’ll take it with you to your grave

And she’ll move on to someone new without a single thought of you

You’ll just watch the love you lost giving over to another host      

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