Rusalka
With pallid skin and auburn hair askew,
Her garments loosely draped in silent grief;
Betrayed by him who swore his love was true,
She drowned beside the river, past relief.
Now doomed to haunt the river where she died,
She uses feminine and fatal grace
To draw the foolish mortals to her side,
And lead them to a cold and dark embrace.
Beneath her smiling face a hunger hides,
A secret wish to pull them down below,
Into the chilling depths where sorrow bides,
To join her in the sunless undertow.
Thus bound forever to the stream's cold bed,
She claims the living to avenge the dead.
With pallid skin and auburn hair askew,
Her garments loosely draped in silent grief;
Betrayed by him who swore his love was true,
She drowned beside the river, past relief.
Now doomed to haunt the river where she died,
She uses feminine and fatal grace
To draw the foolish mortals to her side,
And lead them to a cold and dark embrace.
Beneath her smiling face a hunger hides,
A secret wish to pull them down below,
Into the chilling depths where sorrow bides,
To join her in the sunless undertow.
Thus bound forever to the stream's cold bed,
She claims the living to avenge the dead.
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