Beneath the hush of twilight's breath,
She lures the man, towards his death.
Rising from the lake in moonlit grace,
A sirens smile over her haunting face.
Her wet hairs clings like shadows on skin,
Each gaze, a spell, inviting him within.
She reaches out, calling out his name,
He extends his hand, his heart aflame.
She hymns a whistle, locking her eyes,
He leans over, unaware of her lies.
A lover's sigh, with end drawing near,
His mind growing restless, without fear.