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The scent grows richer |
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He knows he must be near |
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He finds a long passageway |
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Lit by chandelier |
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Each step he takes |
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The perfumes change |
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From familiar fragrance |
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To flavors strange |
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A magnificent chamber |
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Meets his eye |
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Inside, a long rose water pool |
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Is shrouded by fine mist |
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Stepping in the moist silence |
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With a warm breeze he's gently kissed |
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Thinking he is quite alone |
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He enters the room, as if it were his own |
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But ripples on the sweet pink water |
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Reveal some company unthought of |
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Rael stands astonished |
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Doubting his sight |
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Struck by beauty |
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Gripped in fright |
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Three vermilion snakes |
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Of female face |
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The smallest motion |
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Filled with grace |
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Muted melodies |
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Fill the echoing hall |
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But there is no sign of warning |
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In the siren's call"Rael welcomeWe are the Lamia of the poolWe have been waitingFor our waters to bring you cool" |
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Putting fear beside him |
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He trusts in beauty blind |
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He slips into the nectar |
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Leaving his shredded clothes behind |
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With their tongues |
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They test, taste and judge all that is mine |
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They move in a series of caresses |
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That glide up and down my spine |
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As they nibble the fruit of my flesh |
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I feel no pain |
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Only a magic |
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That a name would stain |
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With the first drop |
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Of my blood in their veins |
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Their faces are convulsed |
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In mortal pains |
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The fairest cries, "We allHave loved you Rael'" |
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Each empty snakelike body floats |
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Silent sorrow in empty boats |
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A sickly sourness fills the room |
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The bitter harvest of a dying bloom |
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Looking for motion |
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I know I will not find |
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I stroke the curls now turning pale |
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In which I'd lain entwined |
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O Lamia, your flesh that remains |
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I will take as my food |
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It is the scent of garlic that lingers |
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On my chocolate fingers |
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Looking behind me |
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The water turns icy blue |
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The lights are dimmed |
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And once again the stage is set for you |
