She's a siren dressed in satin,
A cyclopean queen,
She can hold you in her pagan spell,
Infiltrate your dreams,
She'll recline you in her shadow,
Enfold you in her bliss,
Float you on the four-point sigh,
Of a quadraphonic kiss.
She's a grecian princess waiting,
To be danced among the stars,
She's a warrior of Eros,
And she's letting loose her darts,
Beware that they don't pierce you,
They'll burn you with desire,
They'll tear your heart asunder,
And set your lungs on fire.
She can hold you in the pupil,
Of her deepest, darkest stare,
You'll be stoned on her hypnosis,
Prone and unaware,
Of the poisonous tongue that slithers,
As it probes around your mind,
She will tie you up in knots of love,
And leave your spirit blind.
She's the white moon of the twilight,
The dusk-red setting sun,
The serenity of evening,
Where unfettered love is born,
She will wine you and she'll dine you,
Intoxicate your will,
Till you're too far gone to give a damn,
As she walks off with your soul.
So cede yourself to magic,
And let her steal your heart,
Pay penance to your ignorance,
As she tears your world apart,
Once inside her mystery,
There can be no return...
Welcome to your destiny...
And feel your spirit burn.
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Omen of Rose
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