The Siren's Creek
Along the coast, down the cliffs,
Behind the pines, hidden from skiffs,
One says there is a creek
Where water stands clear and static.
In this remote place lives a creature
Whose home lies beneath the surface;
But in spite of her pleasant face,
Mischief and deceit are her real nature.
Nothing brings her more joy
Than playing with a man like her toy,
As no one leaves her domain unchanged.
Her kiss leaves humans meek,
Charmed by her voice, unable to resist,