Waves tangle you within her draw
A dizzying whirl of weeds and mist

She wails a call of ages and awe
Pulling you down to the deepest abyss

Surrender young sailor, your timing has come
Succumbing so fast to the witchy one’s spell

Your wifey and kids now must go on alone
You knew long before that this couldn’t end well

Don’t talk to the mermaid! Savage beauty too fierce
Tangled wet hair like the web of her lies

Pale lips uncover a bite that will pierce
Fair skin and silk scales glisten in the moonlight

With her cold slender fingers she strokes your rough cheek
She makes you a promise treasure and gold

What’s too good to be true soon will prove stark and bleak
So beware the sweet call of your oldest of foes