He sailed about a ship of Gold,
His eyes were made of Topaz,
His hair as vibrant as her own,
The Handsome Sailor he was.
She sat upon a cliff of stone,
With a voice that could charm any,
Beauty like hers has ne'er been known,
She was the glamorous Siren of the Sea.
The form of a woman she doth take,
And upon jagged rocks she sits,
Her magical music she doth make,
Till the Sailor is reached by it.
“I am the Siren of the Sea!
Skin of snow, hair of ebony!
I sing my wicked song to thee!
Come unto the rocks to be with me!”
The Sailor turned his boat around,
To follow the enchanting song,
He had to see what made the sound,
To listen more to it he did long.
The Siren heard his boat draw near,
And the winds about her turned cold,
She was unexpecting of what did appear,
A majestic, romantic, Ship of Gold.
The Sailor could not believe his eyes,
When the Siren he did see,
He let out a thousand sighs,
For skin of snow and hair of ebony.
The winds about the Siren warmed,
She cried out loud to he,
“Sailor! Come not near these jagged thorns,
For it should be the death of thee!”
“I ne'er have seen a man so fair,
These rocks shall never harm thee,
My love for thee shall ever be there,
But Sailor, thou canst not reach me!”
“But Siren, for you now I long,
Come to me! Be my Bride!
I have listened to thy song,
And my love for you I cannot hide.”
“Oh Sailor, we're of a different kind,
Our love can never be,
Go on your way! The rocks do mind,
For I can never be with thee.”
The boat of gold did turn away,
And Topaz eyes they filled with tears,
The Siren he had met today,
He would now ever more hold dear!
He knew that what she had said was right,
He knew that they could not be,
She would haunt his dreams most every night,
Once again he hoped they'd meet.
The lonely siren of the waves,
She sat upon her cliff of stone,
Her evil song hath now become,
A song of love she'd never known.
“I am the Siren of the Sea!
A thousand sailors hath sailed to me!
Their end upon the rocks I've seen!
What is so different and strange in he?”
“I am the Siren of the Sea!
A thousand sailors hath sailed to me!
But not another end on the rocks I'll see,
For Sailor, thy love will ever haunt me.”
