Sirens

Sirens, those dread enchantresses of yore,
With tuneful wiles ensnared the hearts of more.
Yet two intrepid souls, with cunning skill,
Didst thwart their charm and pass unscathed at will.

The first, whose lyre outcharmed their fatal song,
Sang loud and sweet, their spell could not prolong.
The next, with beeswax filled, his ears did close,
Sailed past their isle, untouched by lethal throes.

Their melody, though sweetly lingers still,
No mariner now bends unto their will.