The Siren

Deep down on a rock by the sea
A siren sits singing her luring plea 
Her beauty is unmatched by mortal souls
And she makes destruction of ships her goal 
Deep down she sings a soulful tune 
And knows that her powers will kill men soon 
Running fingers through her locks of gold
She doesn't feel the iciness of her frozen soul 
Deep down a sailor’s cry is heard
Beyond the sound of the albatross bird 
Beauty he calls at two o’clock 
And that ship begins to twist and rock 
Deep down the sailor’s ship is lured 
Cries of deepest anguish can only be heard 
As splinters of wood crash upon the rocks
No more a sailor’s ship at two o’clock 
Deep down the only calls you’ll hear
Around the fierce waters are ones of fear
Beauty they call at two o’clock 
And slowly sink below the hard deathly rock