Siren Song

".. Traveler, traveler.. play along on your lyre,"

The minstrel sang as she plucked her mahogany limb.

".. I'll lead you to the woman of the sea, traveler, traveler, play along with me.."

The song dipped to the next verse with a wordless pluck of her hymn.

".. Your eyes will be opened, surely perish if without caution, traveler, traveler.."

Her tone would fall from falsetto to meet a lower octave with warning as she sang.

".. Remember the words I warn of, no second chances has she heard of, traveler, traveler.."

Her fingers plucked her lyre in a gifted rhythm.

"..Play your lyre for your life, when afraid show no sign, traveler, traveler.."

It was coming to an end, but her audience swayed in trance to a beautiful crescendo.

"Bring with you a gift, for the woman made of fish, traveler, traveler.. play along.."

"On your lyre, she will throw you into fire, if you need not my word of song.."