Saturday, February 25, 2012

The Viper's Flute

From ivory bone carved, dulcet whispers permeate the still air.
In sweetest poisons forged, notes dripping with forgotten blood.
By dead men's lips played, kissed with a venom most hypnotic
and buried without name.

About the knife-like fangs entwined, cadence flows gently on.
Tension rises, breath shallows, hollowed hearts flood with
the crescendo. Sweeter fly the notes, arrant and passionate,
filling every crevice and every mouth with honeyed disease.

Ethereal music swiftly plays, summoning angels and demons to
dance. Glittering like diamonds ablaze, it swells. Embraced by
a magic undefined and cursed by the Goddess that all who
touch must die.

Bound to the enchantment by force unseen, by the music captured.
To be kissed by Death's decaying lips and sway in dreamless
depths of silk. The price, kingdoms of hearts to pay. To breathe
darkest perfumes that only the viper's flute can play.

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