Under the darkened, Ancient oak
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Gentle in the nights breeze
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I stop and stare, rest a while
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With hands upon my knees
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Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub
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I spy my journeys end
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Black it looms, silent gloom
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The castle called Avend
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On I trot, past forest eyes
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Past horrors of the night
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Through the dark, I see a sign
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A gentle glowing light
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Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy
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Towards the golden window
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My heart pounds my breath is rushed
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As I fight both brick and branch
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The ledge is mine and over I sweep
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Silent like the falling snow
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Quiet, I slip across the polished floor
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Tonight, I will dine with chance
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The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth
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Old poems and stories gone
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A beauty of unimaginable lust
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Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won
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Skin like milk, an angels face
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Thay say her smile could kill
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Her hair the blackest of all black
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Stories I thought Though, still
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So there she lay spleeping upon the bed
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Half covered by fantastic silks
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Her breast I see, moves with her dreams
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A sight I will always recall
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A single candle that showed me the way
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Through forest, river and hills
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Glows upon that lovely skin
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Shadows dancing aroun the walls
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Closer I creep, toward my prize
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The Blue Lotus lies before me
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Her lips are full, red as blood
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Moist as they invite me
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Stoop I did to kiss those lips
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In that glowing room
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When suddenly, she did awake,
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Her eyes filled with doom
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From silks, her hands were round my neck
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Escape there was no hope
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A brief flash of teeth is all I saw
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And gone was my throat
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Her bloodlust deep, she swallowed me
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Red was all I saw
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She drank her fill and watched me fall
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Gently to the floor
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A league away my death is found
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By locals who tens this land
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Who lay me down in shllow earth
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A single Lotus placed in my hand
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The Blue Lotus
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| My Dying Bride |
