The Animus of Lorelei - Sonnet

Across from me, a scantly clad Siren sits bathing by the rocks,
Gently tracing down her fair skin with a sea sponge to a sheen,
So complacent and formidable, she looks to me about nineteen,
Firmly pulling down at her lengthy, heavy, auburn lacey locks
Tangled with barnacle fragments, algae, my desires and bliss
As the water crawls down her fervent face, her pink cushy lips,
Past her midriff and ductwork, and then flows off the perineum;
Steadily nearing, brooding over, the feeling I'm to pay for this.
Her voice is an immanent kind, the mutest tear on the cheek,
Somehow can be heard repeating the words, "Onlooker's doom!"
Siren heads emerge from the salty depths, "It was just a peek!"
I shouted, soon to be engorged with death's twisting maggots.
Now is when I arm my fears with legions of brave, burly men,
To war wildly beside champions exhibiting valiant expression.

                Lorelei, Lorelei, your beauty is a lie!