Being of the sea
Rules the underworld in all her repulsive glory
Unbeknownst to those afloat
She awaits their unknowing call
Answers like a siren called
Emerging from the water breathtaking than ever
Her beauty hypnotic as it is a facade
Her voice finely aged wine as it is a poison’s mask
A mirage passing as an oasis to a thirsty Tuareg
Her hair a silky onyx mane
Its shine a calling for a manly caress
Just but a trick to thread through it to her hidden arsenal
And she strikes
Like Eve’s betrayal,
they learn once too late
With a fey’s speed,
her poison moves
Flaming through veins and arteries
Collapsing and shrivelling flesh
Darkening and drying blood
And as life fades,
she finally drops her allures
To reveal her true self
The ugly beneath
The evil cloak around her
The dark of her hair and body no longer shiny and calling,
Now jaded and marred by ugly glyphs
And as she cackles down to her fortress,
seamen shudder
But what do you know
….it’s just a myth,
Isn’t it?
Darkness and light 