Sirenian like, she stood and started to sing.
Incantations they then heard, caught them in her day dream.
Lasciviously, she eye all of them down.
Excandescence could now be felt from the crowd.
Nascent were the people, but were not to be blamed.
Conceding to her song, they prepared to be slain.
Engulfed now, she ran away without shame, leaving all the bodies in smoke and flame.
About the Creator
Megan Alicia Ireland
Sentences are for prisoners. And I'm being held captive by this paragraphs last chance at a Sundance. I'm looking down the barrel of a new dimensional curse. Leaving now, I probably shoulda took the back seat in the hearse.
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