PING*echo
I am kin to the Sirens, I am sister of Fae
I linger in gardens, to now which you stray
The leaves they do crunch under bare feet
This is your one warning, to stay or retreat

Young gentle man, fall victim of my embrace
A plea, do not run, my fun is in this chase
With heavy lids you see me, skin reflected by moon
You stagger with longing, your body does swoon

My beauty is my weapon, my eyes like the sea
My poor lost boy, you now belong to me
My touch is as fire, your heart racing a speed
Tonight I am yours, of your innocence I feed

Watch my quick movements, enjoy my dance
For my spell is obsession, at last in my trance
What of your desires? What are you and who?
Sweet lad, I am me, I make wishes come true

Your mouth is so rigid, don't dare break my spell
I've been named Lust, I shall drag you to hell
He stops, that clever boy, and bounds quickly away
My laugh echoes the woods, I shall catch you one day

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Chronos, in the year 678 AF.