Casting off in a silver ship. A
brittle battle
ship.
A merry song they hum with stars all in their hair
and savage smiles.
They dance, how they dance in
ancient rhythm
beckoning in
sweet harmony
With fingers like reeds
skin transparent like
Flowing water.
feeding on the rotted flesh of men.
licking the blood as they
spin in
Pirouette
to claw at the leering eyes.
Naked and writhing
on moonlit banks



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