When sea’s true ink bleeds through to land

And dawn gives birth to day

Lacy foam breathes newfound life

A siren from salty spray

There she lays on knife-sharp rocks

her teeth, they gleam

her eyes, they talk

And sun shines blinding on evil so fine

For true (daggered) beauty is not so kind

She grins and waits and resumes her call

Of love, of lust, of depths’ enthral

For there (o’er there)

through Sea’s sad sheen

a ship does drift;

a somber scene

where liquid amber errs more to sorrow

and dull-eyed lads think only of ‘morrow

Yet sunburnt ears and swimming sight 

Are not so deaf or blind tonight

For over crashing and over lulls

Over howling wind and gulls

Haunts a tune so soft so sweet

Piercing through the mist’s fine sheet

Who turned the helm?

Who spotted the girl?

Who crashed through frothing waves of pearl?

Who followed the song?

Who held their breath?

Who swam into their ruby-lipped death?