Once upon a midnight wake,
a Siren sings, 'Sweet mercy sake.'
Soothes the hearts O' gentle man
in their yielding peaceful span.
Sirens cometh from the deep,
cloaked in light the water sleep.
She claims the souls, lost to man,
since the dawning life began.
Gathers victims from the shore,
spoke the stories ancient lore-
of beauty risen from the sea,
captures souls without a plea.
Mesmerized them with her song,
as the boat-head wound along.
Lighthouse glistens over tides,
kiss her lips and she abides.
Kiss her twice, your souls no more;
your demise waits at your shore.