Lena Hairston

The Siren's Call

I can hear the siren calling, echoing in my ear…
It draws me towards the water’s edge, pushing, drawing me near.
I reach land’s end and begin to stare at the reflecting pool.
The song continues floating on the breeze—lulling, soft and cool.
Ripples flowing outward tell me of the presence coming near.
My body shudders, my eyes grow wide reacting in fear.
The creature begins to surface; pale skin and bright green eyes.
I find my gaze locked with those jewels, completely hypnotized.
The fi

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