The Siren’s call, luring me to peril. Once I heard the stunning note, there was no way to stop myself, no will to resist. It unleashed from me a memory, a gift: I remembered my faithful, Song. My lips moved as Song sang. Song of old but ever fresh. Song whose words are pure, whose rhythm grace itself. Song danced in the air and water. All too soon my lungs fell flat—Song was done. The silence stung. At my feet the Siren lay hushed, pleading with eyes that begged for Song’s return.
The Siren’s call, luring me to peril. Once I heard the stunning note, there was no way to stop myself, no will to resist. It unleashed from me a memory, a gift: I remembered my faithful, Song. My lips moved as Song sang. Song of old but ever fresh. Song whose words are pure, whose rhythm grace itself. Song danced in the air and water. All too soon my lungs fell flat—Song was done. The silence stung. At my feet the Siren lay hushed, pleading with eyes that begged for Song’s return.
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