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The ryhme scheme is AB, and i got a bit tuck near the end, but i will mos iekly update with the finished version tomrrow

Sirens Song

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Come a bit closer my dear

Listen, I have a tale you must hear

An epic of sadness and song

The legends surrounding it tedious and long

Women, beatiful women, but not anymore

Their arms to wings, legs to claws, spirits becoming sore

Voices flowing like the wind

From the island they where pinned

Luring those to close to thier island home

Becoming the subject of many a poem

These women's wings where flightless

For the muses deafted them relentless

Perched on an island of bones

Their songs of varying tones

Opherious escaped them in the firth

Oydessues defeated them without mirth

They where tossed into the ocean

Dragged to hell, causing a commotion

The couldn't esacpe a phrophacy

Left to tell their story are singers, bards, and me

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i think this is my favorite...i also know i spelled Opherious wrong, and Firth is a word, it is a small inlet. feedback appriciated!

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