Upon the waves, their voices call,
A melody that enchants and binds,
The sailors’ hearts, they rise and fall,
In search of what they’ve left behind.

Their eyes like stars, so bright and cold,
Whisper promises of endless seas,
With every note, a tale is told,
Of love and loss, of dreams and pleas.

Yet danger lurks beneath the sound,
A hidden trap within the tune,
Those who follow, never found,
Lost beneath the silver moon.

Beware the Sirens’ haunting cry,
For beauty masks their deadly snares,
Resist the urge, let dreams pass by,
Or find a fate that none compares.