| By the reed-choked edges of lonely lakes, the fideal wanders through the twilight longing for a lover. Her song is sad yet irresistibly seductive. Her kiss is cold, tasting of earth. Her hands caress you, hold you, pull you down and down into chill waters. You would happily lie with her forever, wrapped in her watery embrace - but she's gone. She has returned to the dark lakeshore, and you are forfotten. The fideal sings as she walks through the reeds, calling out to her next lover... leaving you down in the water's cold depths, eyes unseeing, weeds in your mouth. |
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By the reed-choked edges of lonely lakes, the fideal wanders through the twilight longing for a lover. Her song is sad yet irresistibly seductive. Her kiss is cold, tasting of earth. Her hands caress you, hold you, pull you down and down into chill waters. You would happily lie with her forever, wrapped in her watery embrace - but she's gone. She has returned to the dark lakeshore, and you are forfotten. The fideal sings as she walks through the reeds, calling out to her next lover... leaving you down in the water's cold depths, eyes unseeing, weeds in your mouth. |
