Dark Woods Circus

Take my love and drown him, too

Soul-less siren sucks wishes from the bottom of the thousand-league barrel. Seaweed hair, viewed from afar, has grown lies in its green webs. She is a trickster, do not be swayed by her silver tongue... else you be dragged down into her undersea circus. Cruel words have flown from those coral lips. Kiss her and your mouth will dry... sand will erode your brain...

You've become a slave to this drowned Calypso. Her filthy tongue has misguided you...

Poseidin... come back to me.