Siren

They dig their claws in

one by one.

Every charm and flattery he

is subject to pulls him

away.

You can’t make a friend of the devil.

They will blush out their innocence.

Or their lack of.

They will serenade you with their

deadly charm;

You’ll be nothing more than

a sailor at sea.

Love me, Sailor.

Come home to me, Sailor.

Don’t get tempted, oh Sailor.

These devils will only grow paler.

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