Whispers the lighthouse to the stone-stocked sand

"The tide is on its way, sweet shore sweet shore you'll be covered come day"

Seagulls white feather flappings

As dirt sand beach bays at moon

A Haunted silent applause 

Plagues the shores

As the deserted desolate sky darkens

Beckoning sirens to come out to play

Fisherman all alone sits an idle sand shovel

Suddenly the clouds are filled with

A petrifying

Hymn 

Eyes glazed hypnotized

The sound is coming from outside the tides

Somewhere in the black-heart bliss cerulean sea

Slips the tongue of syreni 

On the rock-ridden shores of silent desire 

Sat a finned fiend temptress waiting 

With ash-blonde locks and portrait porcelain expression

Sing loud the song of syreni 

Howl your haunting love-lorn lullabies

The fisherman bewildered trusts not these lips, of lust or trickery of the eyes

Mystica makes for 

For the coup d'état of feeling the usurping of disbelief

As a mythic a mermaid a queen stares longingly at he

Feeling fear fascination and desire 

Fisherman steps closer to the artful existence

"Am I dreaming is this my reality or a psychedelic fantasy?"

The fatalistic fiend bats her eyes 

The lashes long like sea grass

Swaying sweetly over pools of lavender iris

Swaying softly beckon breeze

Sing loud the song of syreni

Sing lovely your lackluster longing

Fisherman here fisherman nay

Stop not your pain-pressed tears 

From a home harangued by black net

Nights sad sweet asphyxiation

Only she the siren with the song of the sad 

Sworn sea. Sits poised upon the rock

A lioness a queen.

Empress of el fin beauty

Empress of clam pearl paradise

The fisherman now a mindful 5 meters 

"I've seen you and I shan't forget

But by sunrise you must escape 

Special souls like yourself find an Alcatraz 

In this marble spinning menagerie!

So take flight! Take stroke! Take splash! Swim away and nay come back!"

She nodded and dipped her salt dried hair

She stopped her hymn and sunk

Silently away back into the black-hearted salt cerulean sea

Never to be seen again.

Silence overcame the shores as quickly as it left.

The fisherman reeled in his line packed up his bait and slept.

Whispers the lighthouse to the stone stocked sand 

"The tide is on its way sweet shore sweet shore, you'll be covered come day"