I see thee scared and lost, walking through the maze,
Among the cobweb walls, in a blundering haste,
Thy dress is torn by thorns, thine eyes a scarlet blaze,
Ah thy body is all naked, pearl tears upon thine breasts.
Thy slender body falls upon the thorn-strewn floor,
Thy gentle voice it calls, the ancient trees are deaf,
I will come to thee, in wait and lust I can lie no more,
I shall kiss thine blood red lips, take thy living breath.
And who art thou; a friend or fiend to come to virgin's aid,
I lost my way and went astray, no hearth, no hope, no friend,
And lost I am in forest's depth, I fear my life will end,
Oh take me out from this cool place and I will be thy maid,
Take me to my mother's hearth, the warmest of all cloaks,
Give me a day or may be two, my beloved ones to see,
And thine I will forever be, beneath the burning oak,
I shall give thee my maiden's kiss, forever be with thee.
I neither need thy loving heart, nor thee as my wife,
To my forest castle thou shall come, forever be my slave,
For there I shall take thy warm blood and thy precious life,
In the dungeon deep underneath the lake there shall be thy grave.
Among the wreaths of dandelion thy dead body I shall lay,
Give thee a dropp of my own red blood and save thee from death,
After a moment and my bloody kiss thou shall be awake,
Reborn in blood and forest herbs thou shall take a new breath.
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