Words by Natasha Benger
She lured in her prey, her lips producing a sweet smile and a seductive song. He had no hope. He was
drawn in by her spell, enchanted by her haunted beauty. He was always warned: do not listen to the
siren’s song, or a sorrowful death will be found. In pleasure is pain and with pain is death and sweet,
His hands gripped her legs, blood seeping through crescent shaped wounds. Her song twisted around
his head, clouding his senses with unfathomable desires that only the wicked of Davy Jones’ Locker
would dare to ever ponder. Her face drew close, as did her body, the light of the land fading further
and further as the waves carried them to sea.
Her mouth covered his own as a wave crashed over head, her legs climbing atop of him. His hands
cradled her waist as she gripped his hair with a desperate ferocity. Breaths turned to gasps, grunts to
growls as they fought to control the other. The siren’s song wrapped around them like a fog, twisted
and thick, shrouding them from the light of the bay.
Her hands ripped at his hair, his gasping breath that was once for lust was now for his life. Her growls
erupted to screams as her fists tore from his head. Her fangs grew pointed and claws dug deep as she
pushed them into the deep of the ocean. His pointless struggle foamed the sea around them, Persian
blue turned red. She was a monster.
Long had she grown tired of people using her as their own, disregarding and discarding her passion,
taking her benevolence for granted. What once was a gentle sea breeze now grew to become a raging
storm, taking its revenge one sad sailor at a time. The mermaid became a monster, the lullaby now a
nightmare as the ocean raged with her fury.
She tore out his tongue that sought to taint her, ripped his wandering hands to shreds. And as his body
sank into the deep, she screamed into the fog of her sorrows. Then all of a sudden, the night was clear, any reminisce of what had just taken place was washed away by ocean and time. All that was left was a lone wanderer on the beach, and a lighthouse illuminating the poisoned waters. The air was crisp with the sound of a siren’s silence, the laugh of a monster hidden in the wind.
Inspired by The Lighthouse by Halsey.