Sailor's Siren

In the distance I hear you dreaming
of a siren's song, I feel her singing.
Glass, her eyes; They fixate, gleaming.

Waves of winter bring you now
closer to the witch's house.
Curling fingers, slimy mouth;

Your mind screaming, "someone let me out".

Drowning quick, she's fast! She'll take you
when no one else is here to save you.
Taking life, a subtle race
to that of the smile upon her face.

She licks her lips, a reddish goo;
which once was the subtle hue of you.