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!!!