Beautiful Nymph of the Sea, such a glorious voice
Bestowed upon thee.
She plays the lyre to enchant her prey
She sings and seduces. Her hips she sway.
The poor sailor is unaware.
Enchanted by beauty he can only stare.
He follows her as she dances away.
Taking off veils while she sways.
She leads him, and sings the Song of Death.
Enticing him off his ship.
He will soon regret.
She’s a Spirit of Nature.
She can Shape-Shift.
She has a magical voice.
One of many gifts.
She has a body that lures. No man is safe;
She will have him in her claws;
Make no mistake;
Vixen, she is. Leading him to the sea.
To make love underwater. Total ecstasy
While making love she watches him die
He looks at her, in pleasure he cries.
Not knowing he just took his last breath.
His lips sealed to hers. She loved him to death