Siren

Theatre of Tragedy

Haste not thine wisdom,

for the hollow is ta'en

By whom, know I not;

'lack!

am I of twain

And as a cru cede I my words

Fro my heart wilt thou ne'er

Have I been 'sooth sinsyne.

Be left without

come!

Thine voice is oh so

sweet, I speer thine pine,

Ryking for me:

Ryking for thee;

"List and heed", thou say'st

Wistful, whistful

Chancing to lure.

Chancing to lure,

Skirl and skreigh, but for

thine ears, aye, lown 'tis

Dodge na 'way herefro,

do come here in eath!

Mayhap lured by the scent of lote

'Od!

the foetid

eft hie back I mote;

For what I did my soul atrounced,

How I wish for thee again,

O! do believe me, 'twasn't a frounce.

Will I…