Song of the siren

Dreams are made winding through my head
She walks upon this very soil, this ground I tread
With all gods gift and eternal life running through her hair
She drives all men to war, the loser to despair.

Underneath the piercing radiant evening moon
The light of heavens gaze shines, the birds all sing in tune
Before I know through my head I'll be fighting to awake
Realizing deepest sorrows of her touch, realizing my mistake.

For she is taken by the fiery depths of deep despair
Those who loved her no longer breathe the clear air
Her diabolic beauty consumes all who follow her icy gaze
But beware, for more than dreaming of her will be the end of days.