Malign Inspiration

A long time ago, there was a maiden. A precocious child fond of song, she made it her hobby to shadow my every move. Charming at first. Walking on the pier's edge, she became entangled within the ropes surrounding a leering idol. At that time a tremor ran through the waves, giving the small push needed to send them both beneath the surface. I can hear her song still. At first I thought it a passing fancy, music upon the waves. I realize now the voice comes with sinister purpose. She must die.