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Library: The Isle of Wight
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Author: Merja
Date:Mar 19 2002
A song by Merja of Batmud, written in the hot August nights of 2001.
You wove a spell into the night
To catch a female for delight;
As the moon reached her height
The Enchanter's power was at its might.
You spoke the words to call your Wight
Inside the circled pentagramed light
Preparing mentally for her fight.
"Who calls to me? Who dares? Who be?!
I shall rip you up, sup you like a tea.
This be my pride, my death, my cree!
Be warned, Madman, that I will be free!"
Before her eyes closed in pleasure pure,
Her timeless spirit crept out on the floor.
That open window you'd closed earlier this night
Let in strange vapors which enveloped your Wight,
Arranging her form into a position of Desire
Attempting to arouse your most fleshly fire.
Your body stands statue, helpless to move
As her arms unfold to embrace you, and her hips begin to groove.
"Tread I upon your sanctuary?" demanded Deceit,
Hair entagling, she is a Spider;
Her soft words weave your lips closed tight
And warm memories fag your mind numb,
You shall surrender your heart and soul this night.
"What roughness soothed the soul of Man--
Was it found on the lonely mountain top,
Or swum it amongst the barren seas?
Which of your species can tell this to me?"
"Between you and I, the Earth and the Sky,
Whisked into your presence on this dusky moon,"
Her hands are strangling, she is a Serpent;
Hushing your unvoiced curses that were spoken in vain,
Chill that poison which flows into your veins
For surrendered unto her, are your heart and your soul.
A seascape east that stretches west
Caught a tear upon a slender breast
The wind had died earlier that night
A sign, 'twas said 'twould bring certain blight.
Still silent the waves, that rose to the shore
Greeting her soft kisses, drinking in more.
Ever so quiet, the birds never sighed
And Darkness claimed openly all that was Light.
One hour, one day, which turned into years
Time's sufferage taught them how to shed tears.
The people fled from their sorrow and plight
Unable to fathom your invincible Wight.
Pouncing from Shadow, only to prey
Catching a Life, she consumed and she craved.
The curse of a generation, long-ago made
The skin of a Vampire they could not ever slay.
The voice as she cried out into the Sea,
"Return to your love; return to be free!"
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