• The winter calls,
    The sprites at play,
    It seems just another winter day.
    No one hears the sirens song,
    As she tries to find her one true love,
    But all she can see is the sky above.

    The faeries call,
    And with help of sprites,
    Find a sailor stranded.
    "Death to you! You little pests!"
    His voice so rough and deep.

    The faeries with disgust,
    Steal his axe and off he runs.
    Past the frozen river,
    Where sprites do play.
    They use their twine,
    And trip the man.

    With this they laugh,
    And behind their laughter,
    He hears a most beautiful song.
    To the shoreline he runs.
    To that wonderful song.

    On the shore lay his axe.
    And on a rock lay a beautiful woman.
    Her song so light,
    And so true.
    He swims to meet her,
    But darkness surrounds.

    Something has happened.
    He can not breathe.
    He is gone with out a trace.
    Leaving the siren in her same place.