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The candle has basilisk eyes.
I am frozen,
Mesmerized.
My rusalka lives in flame;
She will drown me
In the flood of her red hair.
Her siren call
Lures me ever closer.
I must answer;
Beauty draws me on.
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
Anonymous by necessity,
Vocal by choice.



Comments (1)
Fantastic poem! Great job!