In depths untamed, where seafarers despair,

A siren with red hair, an enchanting flare,

Her voice, a tempest, serenades the sea,

Whispering desires, setting sailors free.

Her crimson locks, ablaze like fiery suns,

Conceal a soul that yearns, but never shuns,

Beneath the waves, her heart beats wild and true,

Luring the lost souls, with a beguiling hue.

Her melodies dance on cresting waves so high,

A symphony of longing 'neath the moonlit sky,

Beware, oh wanderers of the treacherous sea,

For her seductive call may claim your destiny.

With every note, she captures hearts sincere,

A mystic bond, forever drawing near,

And in her gaze, a mirror to our desire,

We swim towards her flame, a fate we admire.

Yet as she sings, the longing in her eyes,

Reveals a craving for love's tender ties,

Alone in her ocean realm, endlessly adrift,

Her siren's song yearns for a lover's swift.

So mesmerizing, with her tresses aflame,

The siren's power, both curse and untamed,

A paradox of beauty and aching despair,

She entwines our souls, with her vibrant red hair.