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The Lamia

Genesis

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The scent grows richer
he knows he must be here
He finds a long passageway lit by
chandelier.
Each step he takes the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavours 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 ver-milion 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."
(              )
Piano Solo: (              )
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.
"Oh Lamia your flesh that remains I will take as my food."
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers.
(              )
Piano Solo: (              )
Looking behind me
the water turns icy blue  
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you.
(              ) fade
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Contribuição: Daniel Ericeira([email protected])

The Lamia

Genesis

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