The Siren

She sat in silence,

eyes closes,

breath stilled,

waiting

alone in the

dark.

Waiting for the

perfect time,

the time when he

would come to find

her.

The darkness stirred,

the shadows moved,

the Wind did howl,

yet still she stayed,

ignoring the

lingering

stares,

the ever –

watchful

eyes.

Her chest, it

rose and

fell

as she heard the

piercing

cries.

A smile split her lips.

She sat in silence,

cloaked in black,

the night her

hiding place,

waiting for the

perfect time –

for she did know

that he would find

her

alone,

and when he came,

his soul

would join

the throng.

For no man can

withstand the

silence

of the

siren’s

song.