Face as beautiful as snow cascading down a slope. Hair as lovely as white water escaping a dam.
Features so sharp, they could cut diamonds. Eyes like, beams of laser, pierced their target just the way they should.
Body so supple, curved at just the right places, shining in the afternoon sun.
Her one hand smartly covered her modesty, while the other caressed her hair.
She sang softly, the waves lulling against the rock providing the perfect back-setting.
She regretted her actions, she did truly. She loved mankind. They were loyal, real, kind, loving.
But she couldn’t help it.
She sang. She sang till the ship came into view, the sailors almost hanging out the *bulwarks to catch a sight of her beautiful voluptuous body, to hear, a little clearly, her sweet melodious voice, which sang the song of their death, unbeknownst to them.
Her heart warmed at the love their souls radiated.
But she couldn’t help it. She was designed to kill.
As they got closer, the Siren kissed her sharp teeth in regret and frustration. They didn’t deserve to die.
But she really couldn’t help it.
*bulwarks: the sides of a ship above the deck