The Sirens were desired and acclaimed for their naturally irresistible beauty. Their cries called men from all corners of the land, only for them to fall into an irrevocable fate; sure death followed the temptresses’ songs.
One day a creature, having witnessed the doom of many men, became intrigued by this phenomenon: what was it that drove these men so decisively, pulled them so powerfully like a magnetic force to the Sirens? Determined to find an answer, the creature, in disguise, vigilantly approached a Siren leaning against a rock as she chanted her song.
“Siren!” called forth the creature.
Surprisingly, the Siren responded, “What do you want from me creature?”
“Siren, I have witnessed you many times, men from all corners of the land come enchanted by your charm, attracted by your song, only to encounter the end of their lives.
Why do you lure them in for that?
Your beauty is most divine,
For you the world is willing to die.
I must ask you Siren,
why is it that you cry?”
“What beauty are you babbling about?” she responded.
“My cries are that of sorrow,
my song is one of pain,
‘Tis true, those who heed do perish, Though luring men is not my game. Unwelcome is their praise,
They are a mere bother;
[I grieve for this hideousness I bare!]
For this reason they are slain.”