It calls, but never answers.
It takes, but never receives.
This hollow, enchanting dancer
only comforts and deceives.
It glows for the sake of shadows.
It bends the will and mind.
This siren’s song, upon the gallows,
kisses hearts and swallows time.
It dwells deep, in tasted tears.
It leads men to wasted years.
Hollow screams as judgment nears
It is the face of faceless fears.
