Under the darkened, Ancient oak   Gentle in the nights breeze   I stop and stare, rest a while   With hands upon my knees   Through jades leaves, bush and scrub   I spy my journeys end   Black it looms, silent gloom   The castle called Avend   On I trot, past forest eyes   Past horrors of the night   Through the dark, I see a sign   A gently glowing light      Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy   Towards the golden window   My heart pounds and my breath is rushed   As I fight both brick and branch   The ledge is mine and over I sweep   Silent like the falling snow   Quiet, I slip across the polished floow   Tonight, I will dine with chance      The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth   Old poems and stories gone   A beauty of unimaginable lust   Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won   Skin like milk, an angels face   They say her smile could kill   Her hair the blackest of all black   Stories I thought though, still      So there she lay, sleeping upon the bed   Half covered by fantastic silks   Her breast I see, moves with her dreams   A sight I will always recall   A single candle that showed me the way   Through forest, river and hills   Glows upon that lovely skin   Shadows dancing around the walls      Closer I creep, toward my prize   The Blue Lotus lies before me   Her lips are full, red as blood   Moist as they invite me   Stoop I did to kiss those lips   In that glowing room   When suddenly, she did awake,   Her eyes filled with doom   From silks, her hands wer round my neck   Escape there was no hope   A brief flash of teeth is all that I saw   And gone was my throat   Her bloodlust deep, she swallowed me   Red was all I saw   She drank her fill and watched me fall   Gently to the floor      A league away my death is found   By locals who tend this land   Who lay me down in shallow earth   A single Lotus placed in my hand.