The Call

The siren's call lures the diver to her ocean cavern. Her voice is melody, her touch icy, her teeth sharp. The diver nears; she weaves her song, smooth like silken cloth. He swims close enough to touch; she drinks his soul, his life her feast, enthralled in a watery grave.

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