Whispers in the twilight, shadows start to dance
Ancient tales awaken, give the night a glance
In the forest's heart where light dares not advance
Lies the water's edge, the Rusalka's trance
Beneath the moon's pale gaze, she combs her silver hair
Glinting like the stars, a beauty quite rare
Luring hearts to depths, with a cold, stark stare
Men drawn to their doom, caught in her snare
A melody she hums, a fate sealed with a flair
The depths claim their due, in the watery lair
Eyes gleam with a hunger that's never fair fed
A soul bound to water, a spirit that's led
By the moon's eerie light, where the wary tread
She waits in silence, a dread spread
Beware the still waters, the silent, a dread spread
Beware the still waters, the silent hush
For beneath the calm, lurks a deadly crush
In the depths she stirs, with a haunting rush
Rusalka's song, a chilling gush
From the murky depths, she rises with the mist
A spectral figure, by sorrow kissed
Her voice, a siren's call, too potent to resist
Dragging sailors down, into the abyss
With each life she claims, her curse persists
A watery grave, with a deadly twist
In the night she whispers to the stars above
A tale of lost love, and a heart unloved
Her lament carries far, a mourning dove
In the silence, she's the hand and the glove
Beware the still waters, the silent hush
For beneath the calm, lurks a deadly crush
In the depths she stirs, with a haunting rush
Rusalka's song, a chilling gush
In the forest deep, where the dark does creep
The Rusalka weeps, as the willows sweep
Her curse to keep, in the waters deep
Lost souls to reap, as the world does sleep
And so ends the tale, of the maiden fair
Bound to the lake, with her haunting glare
Remember her story, if you ever dare
To walk by the water, be aware