Foolhardy

Powerful fin iridescent tail
Thing of beauty pearly pale
Happiest in waters to roam
Fathoms deep, sodden home

Her voice calls to sailor’s heart
Inviting weak-willed to be part
Mindlessly diving to their death
Nary survive withheld breath

Tis no seamen to ever last
‘Neath cold lieges so vast
Such despair in briny abode
No mercy graced or bestowed

She so content of siren song
Hoarding bounty throng
Her soul as arctic as ice
Foolhardy all pay her price