He came to me, my slave from Hades
Born of the flame, born without soul.
He’ll pave my life with gold and ladies,
He has the knowledge above all.
I talked with him, long were his speeches.
He talked of Heaven and of Hell.
When he read psalms, he looked for breaches
And never talked of living well.
His piercing gaze and charming smile
Were making me be scared of him,
His thoughts were sinister and vile,
And it was making my mind dim…
Spell II Slave
© Copyright: Basantsov Robert, 2003
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