Mystical Face (July 28, 2007)

In a strange place I saw a mystical face,
Around her were butterflies moving in a rapid pace,
Adored her diadem were golden beads,
A porcelain mask protects her from strong winds.

Can't see her face for there was a mask,
In her right hand was an elephant's tusk,
Like fairy or angel in a lovely tale,
But my brain puzzled by the real scale.












Don't know how, don't know why,
She holds the water, but blows a fire,
She offered love, she offered lust,
Kissing my lips with poisonous dust.

Along came the serpent,
Too late for me to repent,
Inducing my blood, extracting my soul,
Carving my name in an ancient wall.

I am dead for I was enticed,
By blind faith with thousand lies,
For I don't know it was only a dream,
When I wake up with a scream.