Siren's Lament In the twilight's tender glow, I stand, A sailor lost upon your honeyed shores, Drawn by your siren song, a haunting strand, My heart, a fragile vessel, seeks no more. Your eyes, like Aphrodite's sacred flame, Hold secrets whispered by the ancient sea, Hazel as the earth, yet deeper still they claim, To drown me in their depths eternally. Long tresses, woven from the sun's own rays, Cascade like silken waves upon the sand, And though I fear this love, its treacherous ways, I yield, ensnared by fate's unyielding hand. For I am but a wanderer, tempest-tossed, And you, my siren, lure me to my doom, Yet gladly shall I perish, at this grand cost, Forever bound to you, my heart's own tomb.
