Song of the siren

Oh, creature, you are beautiful and cruel,

but with red Crimson flames kissing your scalp

instead of your lips,

and, creature, you are of the divine

in beauty, in mind, in structure,

I have been where you reside but I can't seem

to make my body radiate as much power as you possess,

I have been where you reside but I can't seem to make my presence as incandescent when it lies in a place so wavering and deep,

I have come from the place of which you derive but I can't seem to capture a single heart with a song from my own,

How do you do it, creature?

Will you teach me that song you've been singing?- It seems to be stuck in my head.