Sirenum Stories

And what were you all of this time?The beautiful heartbroken waifpatiently awaiting love to sailagain upon a lonely shore,estranged from all songs but your own.It would be too simple to resgin,to assign a myth to such stories,to be the homesick sailor no longerguided by a cracked compass,but the beacons pulsing from within.Perhaps you're really the siren,the mythic embodiment of lust,of every longing that turns men raveno...