The Spell of Cassandra
I see, hear and smell even though my body will not move
I lay in live coma and watch the mother of trees dance
Cassandra, the darkest sorcerer of filtered love
She wore a skirt of leaves and a short cotton blouse
Her open tummy displays her pretty round novel
And she bears the mark of a spear on her ankle
The spear which means she is the first daughter of the earth
Her chants echo the mysterious caves
The murmuring from her deep voice trembles my heart
My mouth tries to speak but it is shut by her bony necklace
Her long blond hair sweeps the fallen leaves as she moves
And the aroma of her odour creates a new affection in my heart
The pleasure that her blurry smooth face gives me is fiat
And I dare not define whether this is a trick or a dream
All I can say is it feels good to be with the queen of magic
She that owes a goblin that smuggles gold from the palace
And an elf that gathers her herbs from the abandoned park
O hail Cassandra
She makes the hair on my skin dance with her breath
She commands my heart to smile to her joy
And my soul to cradle this obsession till my very last moment
She rips my body with her thorny skin
And believe me she does this till I lose the last part of my skin
She hangs a freaky leafy chain around my neck
Trails her sharp sensitive fingers on my stomach
Then she cuts her hand and spills the blood into a golden chalice
She bakes herbal bread and forces me to feast
Then she cuffs her lips with my lips and seals my dream with a kiss
But she whispered to me a name I shall be with her forever…Cassandra!!!
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