Viviane
Viviane
I rise an apparition
From the cold mist of the Lake
For centuries, I have been confined
In the Inky, stagnant water
The limestone feels warm
Beneath my feet…Ah! To feel…
Yet, day has not yet come
To crack the carapace of night
But who has summoned me?
I meander into the forest.
The spruce raise their limbs
Evangelizing to this heathen goddess
I follow your voice
To serve my ancient purpose
The golden ingot begins to rise slowly
Yet, I cannot be placated until…
I must find you
And let you inherit
The effigy that begins to crumble now
But still gleams in my jaundiced hands.
Come let me wrangle you unto myself
I gill give you all and grovel at your feet
Risk all for me, do not be obscene
Do not send me back to the depths
If you should condemn me,
You will mash this flower.
Let me be your Lady.
The Eternal King I have forgotten
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