The Heathen & The Siren

She was born in the ocean,

her heart a thrilling sea,

tears of broken lovers,

begging to be freed.

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With emeralds in her eyes,

a sharp blade in her mind,

she was of wicked beauty,

for the lost boy was blind.

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She sang with such sweet sorrow,

calling out to thee,

dragging him into the deep,

a cold kiss in starlit seas.

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The love made was forbidden,

unlacing of melancholy

beneath thrashing waters,

as if they’d been set free.

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She craved an escape,

he craved to be found,

two silent hearts thirsty,

until they both drowned.