Her voice haunts all
Who hear it, she does not care
Who hears, as long as someone does.
Her woeful siren's song
Lures her prey, as she sings her song,
Just like she normally does.
Her arms flow through the air
So graceful,
Almost as if they were floating.
Her eyes myeterious and deep,
Deep enough to drown in,
Enchant all who dare to lock their gazes with hers.
Her voice draws all in,
Entrancing every single person who hears.
Man or sailor, it does not matter.
Her song is overflowing with despair
And a need for comfort,
Captivating her audience in a swell of emotion.
A slight smile, maybe even a grin,
Rests on her face, as if she holds
Some incredible secret.
As the song ends, she takes a bow,
Thanks her audience,
And walks off the stage.
Just another performance for this muscian. |
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