Her breath like the waters edge
And I, the poor sailor, strayed

Siren on high, weeping angel
Beckoned me, amorous, to the foam

Acceding her escort, fool evermore
I'm submerged, the glint in her eye

Machiavellian goddess and hellfire
Biting down on the neck

Choking through waves of aqua demise
Failing to keep afloat