Beneath the azure waves they sing,
A song that stirs the soul within,
Their voices, gentle as the spring,
Entice the hearts of wandering men.

In waters deep, where shadows play,
The Sirens’ call, a haunting tune,
Lures sailors from their charted way,
To realms beneath the silver moon.

With eyes like stars, and hair like night,
They weave a spell of pure delight,
Yet danger lies in their embrace,
A peril masked by beauty’s grace.

O weary traveler of the sea,
Beware the Sirens’ melody,
For in their song, both sweet and wild,
Lies the doom of the beguiled.