From shadowed depths, she takes her form,
Her gentle voice, a soothing storm.
Her lips, like roses soft and warm,
Sweetness hiding venom's charm.

Her eyes are nights devoid of light,
Enchanting souls with silent might.
Each step, a symphony of quiet,
Drawing me into her endless night.

As she leans close, her grace beguiled,
A serpent lurks, its fang defiled.
Its venom cold, its strike beguiled,
Turning love to shadows wild.

Oh, lady of the moonlit sea,
Between love and death, you stand with glee.
In your embrace, I cease to be,
Lost forever, yet I won't flee.



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The 2nd sequel from the Poetry Anthology "Dreams in Eternal"

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Aeguary, in the year 966 AF.