Upon the azure waves they sing,
Their voices like the morning dew,
Enchanting hearts with every string,
A melody both old and new.
They call to sailors lost at sea,
With promises of love and light,
But in their eyes, a mystery,
A hidden truth that brings the night.
Their beauty masks a deadly snare,
A fate that’s sealed with every note,
For those who dare draw near, beware,
The sirens’ song will steal your boat.
Yet still we dream of hearing more,
Of voices sweet and tales untold,
The lure of sirens to the shore,
Where hearts and souls are bought and sold.