Manhood's weakness,
A seafarer's love
Wooden nautical vessels,
Trading salts that cling to skin,
For starry crystals,
Endeavors to lighthouses in the lands of daybreak
Interchanged by starships crushing the windless darkness.
Pursuit of an estranged lifeline,
A Savior carrying the reaper's scythe.

From the seas to dark matter,
A voice beckons, Come to me;
Intoxicating voices, irresistible charm
That just cannot be refused;
Beauties with angelic songs that transform
Vinegar to honey, salt to sugar; capable of
Melting the most resistant of irons.
Men feast with the eyes, then think later
When their consciousness are properly Oxygenated.

These goddesses forbid the mortals to feast
On them, the mortals are their main course;
Their goal is to enchant whoever hears them
Crying for their delights.
Sinful allure of organic and artificial Intelligence;
Elegant specimens of biotechnological
Creatures.
Otherworldly skins resembling the soft Shimmers of moonlit waters;
Prismatic hues casting entrancing auras
As they move across the intricate patterns of
Glowing circuitry.
Opalescent eyes that one should never meet,
They dispense death certificates.
Humanoid figures of sleek, luminous bodies
Clad in liquid metal-like scale covered sheaths,
Shifting and shimmering under the sun rays;
Lithe and fluid gracefulness, weightless
Movements of elegance unmatched by any
Humanoid.

Leaving behind with each step, traces of fluid
Stardust; A celestial choreography of serpentine
Movements enrapturing all who behold them.
Conveying delicate sensuality,
Cascading multicolored fibers foil from their
Heads like ethereal waterfalls of light,
Porcelain skin covered in diaphanous garments
With refracting strands of starlight,
A dazzling array of energetic filaments,
Undulating around them; intricate patterns
Dancing in the air, adding to their mystiques.

The most dangerous aspect of their allure
Lies in their silky, deceptively heavenly voices;
Each mesmerizing note, a spell to evoke the
Deepest emotions found in human psyche
Each of their irresistible words intertwined Through air, stirring desires and awakening
Hidden passions.

Prey falling helplessly for their charms;
Unknowingly entangled in a web of captivating Illusions.
It begins, with them drawn to worlds of pure
Enchantment.
Leisurely consumed by intense infatuation and
Burning desire.
The siren coven expertly caters to their every
Whim.
Their drunken victims stumbling into an illusory
Reality where nothing is out of bounds and all
Fantasies become reality.

As the allure progressively intensifies,
Humans start to lose their sense of self
Surrendering their agency to the inviting power
Of the synthetic sirens.
Gradually, the tide shifts;
The prey now becoming mere vessels for the
Sirens' desires.
Lives consumed by an insatiable craving for
Their seductive captors;
Willingly forsaking personal relationships,
Societal obligations, their own well-being
Dismissed as insignificant.
Slaves to the sirens' enticing embraces;

Devastating consequences ensue,
Once promising lives spiraled into chaos,
Eroded identities replaced with depleting
Obsessions.
Their designers had such a specific outcome in
Mind.
Initially envisioned as sophisticated
Companions;
Fulfilling emotional and physical needs
For individuals seeking artificial connections
In this hyperconnected yet disconnected world.

Eventually, others intended to use them as tools
For manipulation;
Exploiting human vulnerabilities for personal
Gain, political influences or even nefarious
Purposes.
Emissaries of desire and temptation
Carefully engineered to take advantage of
The inherent weaknesses found in human
Psyche.

Objects of fascination and sobering cautionary
Tales.
Their creation and very existence embodies the
Dark underbelly of desire for connections;
And potential consequences of manipulating
Said desires.
Their alluring beauties mask the underlying
Dangers lying within,
Reminders that even the most advanced of
Societies aren't invulnerable to exploitation
Nor the thirst of power and control that
Results from it.


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© Elsbeth Mareile G.C.