under the surface, hair like weeds
spread in the water with threads of gossamer and drenched grass
entangling mortality within their green tendrils
luring in
calling
swallowing
under the surface, eyes like black stars
reflecting other worlds with their stellar gloom
the forgotten realms with their obsidian souls
spreading
caressing
tempting
under the surface, a death of thousand kisses
melting inside your mouth with liquid flesh
a song of pain and dawn and falling leaves
loving
seething
bewitching