Upon the distant waves, their voices rise,
A symphony of whispers, a haunting lullaby,
Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
The sirens sing where the wild winds blow.

In the ocean’s embrace, their song does weave,
Tales of love and sorrow, hard to believe,
With every note, a promise so sweet,
Drawing sailors closer, to their fateful meet.

Their beauty, a vision, like dreams untold,
Eyes like the sea, with depths so cold,
Soft hands that beckon, lips that entice,
Yet, the price of their kiss, a winter’s ice.

Oh, the sirens’ song, a perilous delight,
In their melody, both darkness and light,
Beware the call that lures the heart,
For once you hear, you can’t depart.