She looked like a young lady
But her eyes were old.
She touched me gently
But her hands were cold.
Her voice was calm
But she was hunting for prey.
I started feeling dizzy,
And she watched me sway.
She stared at me with eyes black as coal,
The woman who swallowed my soul.
The morning air
And the sunlight she stole,
The woman who swallowed my soul.
She kissed my cheeks,
My eyebrowes, my neck.
I followed her blindly.
There was no turning back.
She sucked the lifeblood
Out of my veins,
Left me and my nightgown
Covered with stains.
She said her kiss would make me whole,
The woman who swallowed my soul.
The breath of life
From my lips she stole,
The woman who swallowed my soul.
(Original: Persephone - The man Who swallowed my soul.)
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