The moon was very bright that night, and Alexander could make his way through the trees with a great ease of motion. As he traveled deeper into the forest towards the haunting noise, nothing, not even the certainty of his inevitable doom was to be considered; not so long as the enchanting voice called to him. As he slowed his run to an a swift jog, (for the trees were so tight that they prevented such running,) he began to see a faint outline of a whitish glow, and the sheen of satin....and the echoes of the siren's mesmerizing song. He could see her clearly now, her red hair caught the patches of the moonlight that made its way through the gaps of the forest canopy. Upon hearing him approach, his footsteps crackling through the leaves, her voice suddenly stopped, and she turned her body sideways to watch him. He too, stopped and stared at her. Too caught up with her splendor to take another step, he fixed his wild eyes on her and a sidelong smile made its way to his sweaty features.
With a wry grin, she stepped behind a tree so as to be hidden from his view.
Alexander did not understand, so with his smile now fleeting, he hastened towards where she had vanished. Looking behind the trunk, he searched for where the woman had gone. From behind another tree, she showed her visage, and finding him, she began to giggle. Alexander ran for her, but once he had reached it, she was gone from sight yet again. Again he heard a chuckle, and discovered her concealed behind a large Ash, this one even further into the depths of the woods. He chased after her and played her silly game for a good 10 minutes, never once did the thought of foul play cross his mind. He was in love with her, and when he caught her, he would marry her.
The enchantress hid from out of Alexander's view, listening for his calls and waiting for him to edge closer towards her. The forest and the moon were growing dimmer as the pursuit continued, so to help him in his search she began to sing a long, somber ballad. A ballad mournful in its tune that it suggested its composer had felt the bitterness of death, and poured its pain into every stanza that the siren's voice floated out. With every breath she drew in, the music became more alive, as if possessed a magic force of its own.
The sardonic smile she had on her face as he came closer etched wider, and grew with every approaching saunter.
Then a hush fell like a blanket upon the woods. Alexander, aware of the silence, became afraid and conscious of the distance he had traveled. The tree's long branches were like the claws of a wild ravenous beast, and they combed at Alexander's clothes, ripping their seams apart, as if becoming alive. Their grip, whether keeping him away from her or holding tight so as to overcome deliberate escape, held fast and gnawed at his flesh like a hungry wolf after its kill.
The leaves rustled from the carpet of the forest and he glanced around in every direction, wishing and hoping his fears wouldn't become his fate.
The wind stirred and the trees ached and moaned with it, whispering their secrets of the emending doom in which was inevitable for young prince Alexander.
Then, like the falling stars raining down from the heavens, she was upon him.
The fire burned bright from her wicked orbs, and her smile cast into contortion as she overcame him.
Alexander was never seen, nor heard from again.