Siren

Lust brings on death; Beauty brings on lust.

Do you see what I see?
Can you hear what I hear?
Come, Come Listen!
Tis a siren, fair as can be!
Hark, her song so lovely.
Aye, her face what a beauty.
Halt mate still ye’ fluttering heart.
Go any further and a death ye’ shall meet.
Fall not in that fair maidens trap.
Fall back, fall back afore tis too late.