The Siren's Call

The spirit of the deep waters appears in her eyes,

A haunting gaze that hypnotizes and lies,

In the darkness, it whispers her name,

A siren's call that beckons her to the flame.

Her soul is drawn to the midnight sea,

Where the shadows dance and the moonlight's free,

The waves crash strong, a mournful sigh,

As the spirit's presence begins to rise high.

In the depths of her mind, a darkness brews,

A cauldron of secrets, ancient and true,

The spirit's voice is a gentle breeze,

That stirs the waters, and rustles the trees.

Her heart beats slow, a funeral march,

As the spirit's power starts to dispatch,

The light of her world, it begins to fade,

And the darkness closes in, a shroud of shade.

The spirit's eyes glow like lanterns bright,

In the black of night, a wicked delight,

It pulls her under, with an unseen hand,

Into the depths, where the darkness stands.

In the silence, she hears its call,

A whispered promise, a fatal fall,

The spirit's kiss is a cold, dark seal,

That binds her soul, a forever's reveal.

The waters close, a tomb of blue,

And she's lost forever, in the spirit's clue,

The deep waters' secrets, she'll forever keep,

A mystery, in an endless sleep.

The moon above, a ghostly glow,

Illuminates the waves, as they flow,

The spirit's presence, it forever stays,

In the darkness, where it whispers her name.

Hope you enjoyed 😉 

Ashley Marie 💜🧜🏼‍♀️👽