Original Paintings

When the siren weeps and forgets her role,
she feels the gift of the lost souls.
Enchantment fades her knowledge expands,
She realizes what she does to the man.
She picks him up and eats him whole,
The fate she knew would take its toll.
Faded is her heart for those they lost,
They came to her and didn’t care the cost.
You see he is love and she is me,
When the world is dim and like the sea.

-Alicia Purple