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