Calaban Let Loose..or the Siren was PWT

Double double, boil and bubble,
the cauldrons full, there will be trouble.
The spot rubbed out, well that was Me,
a death of a love, planned out by Thee.
But wait! Shhh..there's more to this story
a possible hero, (it might get gory!)
Plans within plans, she led you along
pulling strings, a puppet, you dance to her song.
Lorelei, Medusa, a siren that sings
Lies woven in song, woe to those she stings.
By her side, hidden, but always there,
Calaban, a monster, guarding her lair.
She bade you dismiss a lady of honor
then hides you behind a curtain, true dishonor.
Loose not the monster, who while away
misses the mischief the two alone do play.
For if he should stumble and glaze upon thee
there won't be a prayer , no mercy, no plea.
Her game, Player, will turn upon you;
there will be no respite, no haven, no rescue.
For once the Monster is set free,
A puddle. A mote. A piece, that was thee.
The siren sings, a song wrought with lust
capturing men weak and unjust.
Her net is cast for the next foolish man
who reaches for temptation and fallen, is damned.