Like the siren, I am the huntress of the sea;

a vision in the moonlight.

Like the sea, I am the captor of the free;

I take what they lose of sight.

What they cannot see is the melody,

voices that drowned in the suffocating abyss.

As they search in their boats in jealousy

– Or perhaps in search of identity –

I greet the waters with a kiss;

I know the waves of my heartbeat

As does the sky of its clouds.

As the ocean of the heart bleeds,

And the melodies of the souls allows,

I sing the siren song of a thousand,

Awaiting for the water’s grapse on my bleeding heart.

The waves call out to me in my gown and,

Suddenly, I am lost to stealing art…

For I am a vision in the moonlight,

Submerged in the sea, I am of the captured.

The moon and the waves unite

And my siren song has been answered.

My body of constellations is one with the sea foam,

So for you and me, good sailor, this is goodbye.

With the voices of poets, I roam.

In the melodies of the souls, may my body lie.