Rael touches his face to confirm that he is still alive.
He writes death off as an illusion, but notices a thick musky scent hanging in the air.
He moves to the corner where the scent is stronger, discovering a crack in the rubble through which it is entering
He tries to shift the stones and eventually clears a hole large enough to crawl out of.
The perfume is even stronger on the other side and he sets off to find its source, with a new-found energy.
The scent grows richer
He knows he must be near
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier
Each step he takes the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavours strange
A magnificent chamber meets his eye
He finally reaches a very ornate pink-water pool; it is lavishly decorated with gold fittings.
The walls around the pool are covered with a maroon velvet up which honeysuckle is growing.
From out of the mist on the water comes a series of ripples.
Inside, a long rose-water pool
Is shrouded by fine mist
Stepping in the moist silence
With a warm breeze he's gently kissed
Thinking he is quite alone
He enters the room as if it were his own
But ripples on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company unthought of
Rael stands astonished doubting his sight
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright
Three vermilion snakes of female face
The smallest motion filled with grace
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall
But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call
Rael, welcome! We are the Lamia of the pool
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool
Three snake-like creatures are swimming towards Rael.
Each reptilian creature has the diminutive head and breasts of a beautiful woman.
His horror gives way to infatuation as their soft green eyes show their welcome.
The Lamia invite him to taste the sweet water and he is quick to enter the pool.
As soon as he swallows some liquid, a pale-blue luminescence drips off from his skin.
The Lamia lick the liquid; very gently as they begin, with each new touch, he feels the need to give more and more.
Putting fear beside him
He trusts in beauty blind
He slips into the nectar
Leaving his shredded clothes behind
With their tongues, they test, taste and judge
All that is mine
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine
They knead his flesh until his bones appear to melt, and at a point at which he feels he cannot go beyond, they nibble at his body.
Taking in the first drops of his blood, their eyes blacken and their bodies are shaken.
Distraught with helpless passion, he watches as his lovers die.
In a desperate attempt to bring what is left of them into his being, he takes and eats their bodies, and struggles to leave his lovers' nest.
As they nibble the fruit of my flesh
I feel no pain
Only a magic that a name would stain
With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains
The fairest cries: We all have loved you, Rael
Each empty snake-like body floats
Silent sorrow in empty boats
A sickly sourness fills the room
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom
Looking for motion I know I will not find
I stroke the curls now turning pale
In which I'd lain entwined
O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers
Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you