Gone before long, such a shame
A moment into his voyage, he capsized in a watery grave of lily pads.
She sang to him, she lured him in, with crystal petals and a mischievous grin.
Intoxicated by flowers, and inebriated by lust, her voice reverberated within his head,
And whimsically, she braids her hair, and watches his boat break among stones.
Just another fool, yet another fool
And the love of a fool doesn’t last very long,
So he may as well suffer a siren’s song.
Beyond this Smile 