The Siren Temptress/by:Haunted Lunacy

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The siren temptress joyfully sings
of haunted, quiet, fragile things.
Her voice on the wind, lost
souls it brings, to meet their death 
beneath her wings. 

She patiently waits and sings her songs,
into her grasp each victim is drawn.
Heart torn from chest, flesh ripped from 
bone. The last sound they heard was her 
sweet siren song.

 So beautiful, the enchantress , 
 such a sight to behold , but 
 within her chest a heart beats so 
 cold. 

 Cover your ears,
 and avert your eyes.
 For, her kiss is deadly,
 her touch, your demise.

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