(原詩)

The scent grows richer;
He knows he must be near
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 vermilion 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”

(interlude)

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 snake-like 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

(interlude)

Looking behind me
The water turns icy-blue
The lights are dimmed and
Once again the stage is set for you