She came to me on a stormy sea--
  I thought she was dead, at first.
A Neptunian treat offered at my feet
  in brine and foam immersed.

Then the waves withdrew to reveal the hue
  of her alabaster skin.
Not a stitch wore she, but the briny sea
  (and the sea was a-wearin' thin).

As I knelt down to feel if this maiden was real
  or a specter of sea-foam and light,
Her eyes opened wide, and with passion she cried--
  in a wail mixed with sorrow and fright.

Twas a night to forget, e're the two of us met--
  for the black of the sky matched my soul--
With no measure of hope for a futureless dope
  who reflected futility's toll.

My life was a mess (and near over, I guess)
  I'd lost 'till I'd nothing to lose.
And I'd tempered my greed with fast women and speed
  and suppressed all regrets with cheap booze.

Thus, my mind was unsound when this creature I found
  in a heap, in the mist, on the beach.
Then she opened her eyes and I gasped with surprise
  as her hand found my neck in its reach.

With a cold, piercing gaze--as if counting my days
  left in misery's miserly mire--
She looked through my soul and found Destiny's toll
  and withdrew leaving desperate desire.

"Oh, strange Siren from Hell," I cried, "please won't you tell
  me why you have encroached my domain,
Unfettered by clothing--vile creature of loathing--
  and why is my _heart_ in such pain?"

Then using my neck as a fulcrum, a peck
  on my cheek she installed, and then smiled.
"You're the strange one, my dear," crooned her breath in my ear.
  "Why does meeting me leave you beguiled?

"I'm no creature of sin--it's the tide's washed me in--
  for I normally live in the deep.
But you've rescued me, true--now I'm bonded to you,
  to forever share love in your sleep.

"But the night will soon end and a new dawn begin,
  so, it's back to the depths I return.
But 'till Satan shall smile (and that means _quite_ a while)
  our mutual passion shall burn."

And then flipping her tail as she broached like a whale
  she resurfaced and waved with a smile.
Then returned to the sea--in the depths living free--
  yet, I tarried and missed her a while.

Now my days may be sad (and some evenings are bad),
  but the night brings me nothing but bliss.
For, she comes in my sleep and we love in the deep
  and my heart lives again in her kiss!

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