Her aim is steady, she knows her prey well. The siren never misses, She always hits the heart. With her song so sweet, and her looks of a goddess She lures her prey in. The prey, but a simple man, tall and thin. The working class,A man of the sea Just a Kind man about his business on the sea. The Siren waits to fire, he is nearly in range. Poison drips from the arrow, a this love of a venom she lets loose her weapon. The prey is hit, another one down. For her its just a game nothing more. The siren with her tricks, playing and taunting. Placing a false love in his heart, and infection it more. The man is weak, not understanding. His head spinning, with confusion of the venom. Is this his love? The one he once knew? This Siren who sang him their love song. The Siren, but winning plays a little more. Ripping his family and friends, away from his soul The man becomes colder and quite. He sits beside her like a rock. The venom now runs deep inside him, torturing and taunting. Transforming him to this hardened stone. The months do past, and he does harden. A mock of a site for all that see. Finally Within himself, after the months of torture. This pain, this hate, this love was not much. The false claims, the battles. All for nothing If it were a love... Would be now be this stone? If it were a love.... Would the Siren be with him and not the other men? If it were a love... Would he be so alone? The siren returns and visual stories of two other men. How they were nothing and how he was everything. How he was perfect, and all good hearings. With the lies he hardens and falls. The man slips away into the sea. Their love is that of the ocean now rock and water. The rock sinks ever fast with the fast current. He is free.