This story is being hard works of mine hope y'll like it off. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗺 𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗺𝗲. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺. Thankyou!
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Oh my brothers and sisters, be careful! Remember! The great white witch you have never seen? Then, my younger brothers and sisters, Like the educated children you looked For the ancient embrace. But no, not so the witch appeared In all the glowing charms of youth. His lips are like red carnations, His face is like newborn lilies, beautiful, His eyes are like sea water, blue, He moves with gentle grace and wind, And all about on his head there floating The golden glory of his hair. But although he always appears so In the form of youth and state of joy, He is innumerable centuries, The baby planets saw his birth. The son of the throbbing Life is he, Twin sister in the greedy land. And back behind the smiling lips, And within the laughing eyes, And under the soft caress Of the hand and voice and shouting,
The shadow of the panther hides, The spirit of the vampire lies. Because I saw the great white sorcerer, And he took me to his abode, And I kissed his red and red lips And cruel face white and beautiful, Around me he twisted his arms, And tied me with his yellow hair. I felt those red lips burn and red My body was like a living coal. Following the strength of those eyes Like a needle shaking a pole and indifferent even when I feel Power comes out of my soul. Oh! He saw your strong limbs, And heard your laughter loud and clear, And in your voice he caught The echo of a distant day
When man was near the earth And he marked you for his victim. He feels the old strength of Antaean With You, the great beating that fluctuates With the basic passions, and he sees With You the last besieged retreat Of love that is relentless, obscene, fierce, Loves pain- happiness, cruel-sweet. Oh, my brothers and sisters, be careful! Remember! The great white sorcerer rode tonight. Oh, younger brothers, be careful! Do not look at her beauty brightly Because in her glance there is a snare, And in her smile there is a clutter.
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