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Laguna Black: A folklorean legend

Deep in the darkness she lies
Ripping tides no further tremor her silhouette
Like a looming unkempt motionless phase
Whispering madness through fairy-tales' hearts
Subliminals jet and are ready to pounce...
On the one single bell with a threat to announce her

Pearl of the damned, her vehement sport
Territorially demanding for more
Spiraling downward through this empty port...
One only finds oneself losing substance
There is no way to abort this script
Once you've been caught in her tenacious grip

The remnant of her cannot be forsaken...
Once her spell is revealed
T’is only through grace she can ever be shaken...
After supreme sport in fighting her has been endured

To, of whom, her memory must still be found...
To awaken the damned of her territorial clutches
She is waiting with greed from her bellowing crypt...
For the broken souls who, of like minded kind, she has fiercely whipped

Who would ever have thought...
She had it in her for torture, and wrought...
The nights howling shadows of unconscious spirits...
In the battle for hell's angels rise to the surface?
At early hours, weeping and freezing til three
As the witching hour grinds away with her greed

The sun blazes hot and brazenly bold
Withering flanks of foul obesity...
She snares in her pranks from of old,
...And when she arises again in the night
She bellows the souls
Of their one last fight

Who could ever have thought it would be so complex...
Until tortured and maimed in her turbulent mess?
Can ever a spirit prevail her abyss...
Without too much shame to exhale her?
The place that can tame her is one holy fight...
From the people who gave her flight by an old wishing well...