Offering to Medusa

Tis a dilemma to draw down the moon center of circle & her hair entwined; the staff raised, the incantation recited; no real words just babble that comes through the spirit channeling through out of the wizard's lips to invoke a she who is not real smoky doppelganger of true love with every visage in place; nightmare's illusion in mortal man's beauty & enthralled by life itself no goddess she but a wraith lifted from beneath the earth; shadowy shade who though intangible has scales for flesh slick & smooth as a shark's; as she takes him in her tentacled arms & for once it is he who swoons in vampyr's embrace of loving succubus

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