Of Sirenuse

Muses of the world, sailing towards her song
Close your eyes and close your hearts the song of death is near.
Like a sphinx, a windless calm that knows you’re here.
Feathered woman, not quite human.
Skin of silver, skin of soul, that which makes her whole.
Lost and cracked, find your path back and dance.
Dance to live, dance will bring you back again
Dance to live, dance will bring you back again
Starve to death in the garden of life.
Urges that your bodies feel, but minds refuse to hear
The ancient island in the sea is wise beyond your years.
Dance to live, dance will bring you back again
Dance to live, dance will bring you back again
Waves crash over, it’s hard to see
most every man is abandoning the ship that crosses your siren song.
Love flies deep and passion wounds.