**a swift cascade o’ notes, dulcet an’ liquid as th’ fabled lark’s, rains down in an ecstasy o’ sweet grace ‘pon your unsuspecting audits. th’ melody weaves with th’ harmony, plunging an’ swirling spontaneously in a rich spectrum o’ fantastical tinctures, embroidering a baroque intricacy ‘pon silk within your wond’ring soul**

.prelude.

**the definitive mutation of tones is adroitly executed with th’ ease an’ subtlety o’ th’ anonymous virtuoso, becoming a clear an’ ringing bugle o’ declaration and heraldry, th’ sound waves rippling swift before the entrance o’ th’ siren to cry her entrance. an’ with slow elegance, careless grace, effortless splendor, th’ silver-throat’d femmina perforates th’ borders o’ dominion without fear or hesitation, but merely deliberation**

.black thunder.

**silver’d clarion spears through th’ gathering aura o’ darkness, parting th’ shadows to make way for their companion. ebonite lancea dissect th’ terre forth o’ sweet-tongu’d fatale with unexpected lack o’ ruth, but e’en this is complet’d with subtlety an’ refinement, razor pedates seeming only to brush th’ virgin earth with the most moderate o’ touches**

.silent gaze.

**melodious echoes narrow, becoming noticeably channel’d – direct’d t’ward one. th’ dominant, th’ mascu black thunder that hath offer’d her residence in ‘is domain. harmonious resonances alter’d, adding notes o’ respect an’ deference. deep ooids bottomless as gaze fixates unto ‘is, low whicker uttered as pearls from part’d labrums. graceful lines o’ slender bodice in flow with th’ silken banner o’ paradisical tophet, a sable soul lurking within th’ seraphic vessel. tatter’d illusion o’ a smile flits ‘cross patrician features o’ she, silvered but intense radiance emanating from th’ pyres in ‘er twin pools o’ vigilance**

.solo.

**silence regally adopt’d, orbs flash unveil’d for split second to th’ mascu and only he, a searingly, excruciatingly honest revelation. th’ lonely soloist in th’ depths o’ the night doth she remain, stirring to awake all within ‘er liquid soul in th’ ripples o’ darken’d twilight. th’ spotlight favors ‘er with its argentine illuminae, th’ singer, th’ soloist, th’ dancer o’ moonlight an’ darkness. step unto my tune, an’ take but one night to waltz with fantasia’s wraith. hark to my heartsong, an’ pause but one moment to whirl in time to hell’s silver ballad. shall you answer th’ call?**

~siren~