They said the Siren’s voice was exceptional
Beautiful, unmatched, magical
A violin only the master’s hands can hold
To see the top of the world
Envied, victorious, adorned
But fear the devil’s violin
Whose voice confused its’ previous sailors
Addicted, pressured, possessed
All of them with tragic deaths
And the Siren cries in sweet refrain
The audience marveled
On whose hands will it land?
And whose destiny will be doomed
By the cursed violin everybody desires
Now it lies in my grandma’s hotel
‘Just sit and listen’ she said
For the siren’s story I shall tell.
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The Siren
RomancePsyren is a 600 year old violin by descent of the Arkinston family, and It has been a symbol of nobility long remembered. However, despite the long search for it's maker is the mystery why it's previous owners never lived beyond the age of thirty-t...
