Genesis

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 stronge
Scovering 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 si
D 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 ou
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 hes 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 -
Three snakelike 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 eye
W 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
The liquid; very gently as they begin, with each new touch, he feels the need to give more and more.
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 sirens call: