Siren's Call

Fallen Angel, hear my cry.
As angels near from on high
Come with warning of the end
That thou's beauty must attend.

Wrongly Damned, I hear thou's weep,
A melancholy wake from troubled sleep,
From dreams of terror, passion and desire,
And thou's punishment in red hell's fire.

Calling Siren, I see thou's tears,
Marking the passage of solitary years,
I wipe them away, and kiss thou's lips,
in light of the moon that thou's beauty shall eclipse.