Perched upon the barren rocks,

Drenched in poisonous emotion,

The sirens lie in wait,

For their unsuspecting prey

With ashen skin

And bloodstained tears,

Their voices pitched in pain,

Wailing their hypnotic chants

Which corrupt men’s dreams,

With murderous rage,

From diseased minds

And deadly desire.

So beautiful they sound,

But hideous to meet,

Beware, weary traveller,

They sing for your soul.

By Sonia Kilvington

Larnaca Writers