The Lamia

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