Banshee's Scream

In deep shadow where secrets lie, The siren beckons with sweet whispers, Her eyes enticing with their gleam, Captivating spectacle, binding all. Even soft lips and flames of desire, Ignite longing within the soul, Untamed frenzy, flame of love, Leaving no heart untouched the same. Her words, like incantation's spell, Draw them lost, bold, ensnared, In her presence, all obstacles dissolve, As liberated souls succumb. But beware this warning, dare not to try, To hear the siren's call, lest you, Give your heart to her, in reckless flight, For in her web, eternal night lurks. Beneath her guise, danger lies, For hearts, bound in her snares, Are deep entwined, whence they cannot escape, Enveloped in her seductive embrace. Yet the siren's song holds sway, In dreams beneath the moon's glow, where lovers stray, For she herself is the mistress of desire, The flame that burns, endless fire. So tread cautiously if you approach this place, Where sirens dwell, where whispers burn, For once ensnared in her lures, No earthly force can set you free.