I wrote a poem. You guys wanna hear it? Sure you do.
Read on.

Songs of the Sirens

Hear those waves lapping at the shore?
Or those mighty sea lions roar?
The sea is calling, the sun is falling,
the stars are bright to the core.
The salty wind, those long sleek fins,
they welcome the sirens to sing.

Melodic voices, difficult choices.
Is forgiving really to forget?
They shall always remember, that fateful night of September,
the enclosure of the nets.
They fight and thrash, they bite and lash,
finally breaking free.
No need for supplication, they just turn their backs
and into the dark they flee.

Every night of that night, the sirens come to the bay,
they sing and dance, they chorus together, to either play or prey.
Those heartless fishermen, their nets and lines,
the game they're playing cost their lives.
Stories were told, stories get old,
all stories but the sirens and their knives.

Revenge is sweet, revenge is dark. Revenge is full of hate.
You wouldn't want to be the one messing with your fate.
Beware, I say, the siren songs, before it is too late.
Or else you might become the one dangling from their bait.

Hear those waves lapping at the shore?
Or those mighty sea lions roar?
The sea is calling, the sun is falling,
the stars are bright to the core.
The salty wind, those long sleek fins,
they welcome the sirens to sing.

Now that they've finished their starlight tune, they sink into the waves.
Carrying those bundles between their fangs, a few extra siren slaves.

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