Under the darkened, Ancient oak
  Gentle in the nights breeze
  I stop and stare, rest a while
  With hands upon my knees
  Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub
  I spy my journeys end
  Black it looms, silent gloom
  The castle called Avend
  On I trot, past forest eyes
  Past horrors of the night
  Through the dark, I see a sign
  A gentle glowing light
  
  Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy
  Towards the golden window
  My heart pounds my breath is rushed
  As I fight both brick and branch
  The ledge is mine and over I sweep
  Silent like the falling snow
  Quiet, I slip across the polished floor
  Tonight, I will dine with chance
  
  The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth
  Old poems and stories gone
  A beauty of unimaginable lust
  Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won
  Skin like milk, an angels face
  Thay say her smile could kill
  Her hair the blackest of all black
  Stories I thought Though, still
  
  So there she lay spleeping upon the bed
  Half covered by fantastic silks
  Her breast I see, moves with her dreams
  A sight I will always recall
  A single candle that showed me the way
  Through forest, river and hills
  Glows upon that lovely skin
  Shadows dancing aroun the walls
  
  Closer I creep, toward my prize
  The Blue Lotus lies before me
  Her lips are full, red as blood
  Moist as they invite me
  Stoop I did to kiss those lips
  In that glowing room
  When suddenly, she did awake,
  Her eyes filled with doom
  From silks, her hands were round my neck
  Escape there was no hope
  A brief flash of teeth is all I saw
  And gone was my throat
  Her bloodlust deep, she swallowed me
  Red was all I saw
  She drank her fill and watched me fall
  Gently to the floor
  
  A league away my death is found
  By locals who tens this land
  Who lay me down in shllow earth
  A single Lotus placed in my hand