An enchantingly eerie sound has been with me all day long,
Carried by the wind, it’s like a spooky siren song.
A wail…?
A shriek…?
A hum…?
A moan…?
Yes and no in random measure…
Like… feeling pangs of sudden fear mixed in… with extreme pleasure.
The voice, if it is a voice, sings constantly all the while,
She… or he… or it… or they… have found their unique style!
I try not to listen – but I can’t stop – such is its eerie pull,
I can even hear it when my ears are stuffed with cotton wool!
This siren’s call is calling me, tonight I wonder why?
I’m hoping that they stay away, I’m feeling very shy.
I’ve no need for sirens to come calling this or any other night…
And judging by the sound they make, they’ll be a daunting sight!
I’m hopeful that they’ll fade away,
Leave before too long…
For one, the wail’s annoying me,
And for two, I like the song…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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