There, upon the lone gray rock
She sat combing her spider-silk hair,
Gleaming in the afternoon sun...
Silver as a moonbeam.
Not wanting to frighten the elfin lady,
A lone man cautiously approached;
He was enchanted by her ethereal beauty,
The sound of her lilting voice--intoxicating.
She turned to the haughty man,
Her mischievous smile luring him in;
The pearl-rimmed comb fell from her delicate hand,
Landing by the water-soaked shore.
As he reached for the dropped treasure,
She stayed him with her sensual touch,
He kissed her blood red lips-
Falling instantly in love.
An instantly into her trap...
With one last fatal kiss,
She pulled her doomed lover
Down to her watery abyss.