Lady of the Lake
Tree of bones,
tree of snakes,
tree that floats upon a lake.
Slither here,
Slither there,
Slithering, slithering, through your hair.
A skeleton fair,
rattle and dance,
zombie love, a dead romance.
Rising and floating,
bloated skin
where do I, where do I, begin?
Give me a kiss,
leave your lips,
a tooth as a tip.
Milky eyes,
hungering for me,
climb on up this tree.
Together we'll float,
upon this tree of bones,
my Lady of the Lake and me.
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