the siren's call...

siren song siren call siren sings
her eyes electric with desire
her voice breathlessly mesmerizing
siren sings siren call siren song
“come to me…come to me
baby come to me…baby be with me
i will be yours…if you come to me
you will be mine…eternally
come to me…come to me”
neon lips glistening vermilion
street walking Aphrodite style
legs on killer heels all pumped
walking fire of desire siren red
taboo
chocolate chocolaty scents the air
tasty spicy whispers of cinnamon
cinnabar butterfly angelic wings
chrysalis
child girl woman all in one
Venus testing teasing tease
obsession passion illicit lust
forbidden
melody rhythmic poetry
her aria is inside my head
adagio allegro con brio
prelude
to insanity I will be destroyed
siren song siren call siren sings
her eyes electric with desire
her voice seductively enchanting
siren sings siren song siren call
“come to me…come to me
baby come to me…baby be with me
i will be yours…if you come to me
you will be mine…forever
come to me…come to me”
Jezebel Salome naughty Lolita smile
vampire mouth lick nibble then the bite
fetish wrapped from head to toe
eternal femme fatal a protégé
mistress Lamia Belladonna Pandora
her mentor taught her all she knows
one for the money two for the show
Siren Chanteuse singing sings her song

the siren's call...

montdragon

San Diego, United States

Artist's Description

Legends and myths all have a germ of truth to them, just like urban legends which become part of our popular culture today. The Sirens were dangerous and could lure sailors to their deaths with their music and songs, they lived on the island of Anthemoessa, the location varied each time their story was told and lost somewhere in the myth and the mist of time. I have taken some liberties with the Sirens story as well as with time and place of the goddesses’ and some clichéd personalities. “Winged maidens, daughters of the Earth” in agony screamed Helen (the real Helen or the fake Helen ask Euripides) and you would have to be as clever and resourceful as Ulysses to withstand their allure.

From the Book of Cinnabar Butterflies a faded memory still there and always there.

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