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