A sinister song of old, a siren to behold,
In jaded pools lay tales of faded fools.
Of every man who ever dared to test her or resist her, If only they knew the secrets to unfold.
Lured by whispers so old, to the fates they were sold, More precious than their weight in gold.
To see men seek such strange affection, a tormented affliction,secrets held in clenched fists, a thirsting risk.
A bound so bold, to the mysteries below,
Where only the brave and reckless dare to go.
© 𝓢.𝓟𝓸𝓽