708. The Syren Poem by Jaden Knight

The syren sits atop her rocks tonight
waiting for her next victims to arrive
hearing the rumble of the coming storm
and knowing that it could be her lucky night

She brushes her long hair with an old jawbone
before tossing it behind her carelessly
flexing her razor sharp talons
ready to pounce on the next unsuspecting meal

She doesn't need to use her voice to attract food
as many ships and boats pass day and night
it is still a useful weapon for her to have
if only as a backup option

Any one that ends up on the rocks will be
entranced
none can resist her yellow eyes
she will take them back to her dark cave to serve
acting as a living larder for when she is ready

A smile crosses her blood red lips
revealing her needle point fangs
a ship is fast approaching unaware of the rocks
it is certain she will feast tonight