The Soundless Serene Siren of the Comoplitan, Nighttime Figment of the Most Neon Harpy

The serene siren sounds silently into the effervescent night. Her beauty is as yet unquestionable.
The sound of a siren does draw one in. Her voice is beautiful.
Her shimmering hair is softly imbued with a beauty that is wonderful and she has done her make-up so as to turn her worldly wonderment into something just a tad more than sublime. Her eyes, hidden below her make-up, are still somehow yet very beautiful.
She is fashioned after the gods. I look upon her from a distance.
Above, the clouds do rotate about the Earth, and yesterday is a hundred thousand miles away from today in the circle of Earth and Sun.
I return my gaze to the beautiful harpy, to the siren. She plays a most beautiful sound.
She vocalises an emotional state. I smell her sweet scent in the wind. It wafts towards my nose.
I feel the ground vibrate slightly. I listen carefully to the sound as she walks soundlessly ahead of me.
I am drawn towards the siren. And I read my poetry to myself, the poems I wrote of her sounds.
And I know her promises have always been false. She has never told the truth to me. She is a trickster goddess. She is a pitfall that draws one into the darkness of the eternal night.
And my sound intertwines with hers. My mind is weakly subservient. She draws me in as I float towards her. I am mindless and malleable. She sings a song.
And so I read my poetry to myself, and a character in a book I become. And I wonder how I would write the book. I look to the siren, as the distance between us multiplies. Impressionist art is how I would describe the scene. Bright city lights in front of me.
And before me stands the siren, a million miles away from me.
And though she is quite the beauty to behold. And though she is a beautiful woman.
And she is standing there dressed to the nines. And yet, I merely stand there for the moment.
Though not a prostitute, she sells the wares of fantasy unto many, many a man.
I step back for a moment. I step back from this goddess called beauty incarnate.
It is my humility that saves me from her wares. The distance between us increases until she is a thousand miles away.
I have chosen the right path, I think. Trust is more important than any fantasy. And I have never been able to place trust within her most beautiful aeviternal words. And the Earth does rotate around the sun. And yesterday is a million miles away from today. All as time rotates about the solar system of our Sun. And galaxies do break apart and collide to form yet more time anew.
And her beauty increases as we are apart.