Tuesday, 9 October 2012

Dance Of The Cobra


Come away, my friend, come away.
The one you seek is a seductress.
He who lays eyes on her is swayed by her charms.
She smiles, and he is enslaved by her beauty.
She winks, and he is hooked.
The fish had taken the bait. Time to reel it in.

Come away, my friend, come away.
The one you seek is a temptress.
She lures victims the way sirens lure sailors towards the rocks,
Towards a watery end.
They see the rocks, but the sirens are too alluring,
Their appearances too seductive,
The promise of paradise and soft flesh too strong to resist
Unlike the hardness of the jagged rocks which are unforgiving
As both sailor and ship soon find out.

Come away, my friend, come away.
The one you seek is a sorceress.
He who gazes upon her is hypnotized by her charming ways.
She smiles, and he is enchanted.
She winks, and he is mesmerized.
The prized calf has been lassoed. Prepare the cooking pots.




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