Sky of gray and loneliness,
following the moaning waves,
as you walk the endless shores,
love is lost ...forevermore.
Why you lust for broken dreams,
is a mystery, it seems.
Yet, you never stop for leisure,
for each fragile heart's your pleasure.
No man knows when you'll arrive,
with the Fates, your scheme will thrive.
For you feed incessantly,
tossing what remains to sea.
And your beauty never dies,
with a Siren's voice, you sigh.
How inhuman is your plight,
luring all to darkest night.