A Siren Calls

A broken heart calls out—
a siren’s wailing song.
He dances with her to the ball,
and from her rock
the siren begins her fall.
He kisses her at midnight,
the siren blinded by white,
her heart pierced by lightning.
Feeling the sting
she wishes she has wings—
like that lucky maiden—
for no man refuses the wings of a raven.
No one loves a girl with a tail.
No one wants to hear a siren’s wail.
Can’t they see she’s not evil?
She splashes into the water,
only wanting her happily ever after.