My Greek siren sings to me
Haunting refrains to lure me in
The gods had warned me of devilish beauty
I've been fooled by a delicate harpy
With eyes like emerald green
My Greek siren sings to me
A sonnet, spell-binding harmony
The love of a centaur queen
The gods had warned me of devilish beauty
Adonis cannot compare to thee
A face Medusa can see herin
My Greek siren sings to me
Of a love that can rise above the sea
Strong and bold as a griffin
The gods had warned me of devilish beauty
To the hydra, I will flee
Hades can take my sin
My Greek siren sings to me
The gods had warned me of devilish beauty
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Sarah Loyd
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This was so beautiful and such a perfectly executed Villanelle!