The Siren

I met a Siren as I was walking down a road

I asked her if she needed help carrying her load

Said she could use someone might as well be me

I took her meaning of how she wanted it to be

We rambled along on our weary twisting way

I took her for night and she took me for day

We each played on each other our timeless game

The Siren then left me without telling me her name

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