A crown with a plan
Dug through the sand
Hole in the ground
What shall I find?
Treasure for pleasure
Slave to darkness
Mindless, fearless
Beauty unseen
Goddess unveiled
A trail so hollow
The one to follow
One for a fellow
A path not mellow
But of angelic melodies
Shadow casted on bright sly eyes
Venomous lips revealed in weak light
Skin like a lit lantern in darkness
Silence as though tongue in hand
Smirk that speaks, dare to approach?
Bosoms sit proudly on chest
Posed in classical damsel on full length Karada
Legs of a serpent run deep into dark trails
Sitting still, waiting and watching
He approaches discreetly
Still taken by her aura
Full of curiosity
Reaching for her without proper skill of a charmer
Still, calm and conscious
Ready and rested a thousand years
Behold she speaks
What do you seek?
Treasure!
I need some for my land
I will bless you with my glorious words
Surely a woman so beautiful is to be greatly rewarded
Are you from my land?
Silence is all that ears met
Legs snatched by tail
Slight grip then tight grip
Examining closely,
Shadow casted on eyes disperse
Revealing eyes lit by fire
Snakes laid upon her head sing one after the other
Treasure?
She sits on treasure
She eats on treasure
She is treasure
About the Creator
Sauvagetopaz
"What weakness offered, strength might have refused, Being lord of all, the greater was the shame." -A.L
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