She calls. They answer.
Her angelic voice echos throughout the water and is carried between the waves to every eardrum in and on the sea. Sailors become enchanted with her voice and try their best to get a glimpse at the beauty beneath the sea.
She may sound angelic but she is a devilish angel in disguise. Her nature is like a sheep in wolfs clothing. She will pull you in with her melodic song but chew you and spit you out when she is done. Tearing your heart from your body so she can feel every last beat in between her fingers and watch as the waves turn red as the blood spreads through the ocean like a message calling all her sisters to join.
They marvel at the outstanding creatures before them and admire the sun shining of their scales and the way the tide carries their hair- stunning. Until they look in their eyes and see themselves staring right back as they look in to the emptiness that is their souls as they meet their fate.
Her hypnotic hymns make them spill all their sins into the depths of the ocean before their end is due.
Their pleasure transforms into pain and the waves suffocated their screams. The blood that is drawn is drowned by the ocean and the evidence is to never be seen.
The siren giggles at her deed and swims off to find more trouble and exploit her handiwork.
The mermaids despise them, though always yearning to be guilt free. Free of responsibility. Free to lust after their own thoughts. And free of rules.
The sirens are free. But their hunger for lust and attention always shackles them down and anchors them above.
But she would not trade anything to change.
She is the mistress of the sea.
She is a siren.
