As I look across a smoky room
a vission of raven hair.
Eyes filled with a piercing blaze
floating through the air.
A specter of passion that
taunts mortal men.
Like ships on a stormy sea
they crash on her shore.
Only to find death at her feet.
She is lust.
She is passion.
She is romance.
she only has one name.....
Siren
Patrick maxey
revised october 09, 2006.
