Upon the rocks, where waves collide,
The sirens sing with voices wide,
Their melodies, both sweet and dire,
Ignite the hearts with burning fire.

Mariners hear the distant tune,
Beneath the light of silver moon,
They steer their ships towards the sound,
And in the depths, their fate is found.

Ensnared by notes that gently flow,
They lose their way, they cease to row,
The ocean’s grasp pulls them below,
Where sirens’ whispers softly grow.

Yet in the night, the songs persist,
A haunting call none can resist,
The sirens’ spell, forever cast,
On those who hear, till breath’s last.