Siren

She came into my room
A garland in gold and silver
Hair in knots, brightly colored beads
Earthen skin and angel lips
Inviting and giving, offering countless pleasures
Quenching desire, but left becomes cold and empty
Except for hazel eyes.
Breaking locks, she came in unannounced
Fearlessly gleaming face in unnatural inner light
Calling my name in fierce syllables
Fading into raspy whispers before me in the flames
Screaming, skin to bones, revealing rotting teeth
Countless dead and empty cells of men
Chasing a siren, trading their souls for that.

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