Dagons Las Sirenas
Watching, with ears stopped from the shaking ship.
And their red lips open like the gasping fish.
Their bodies sway, change shape and clothes.
She'd gowns and grow, and their long hair writhes.
Dazzled by the gleam and shimmer of their scales, you will steer so near the rocks.
Their breath can touch the sails.
Her fish tail furled, and combs her hair that climbs and curls.
Just like water in your lungs, they erase all disappointment.
The song swells up, throbs in your nails and trembles planks.
And your dull eyes fail...
