| THE LORELEI SIGNAL |
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| Written by Ed Blundell / Artwork by Marge Simon |
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| Medusa |
The moon a shining scimitar,
Hung in an ink black sky,
Sheathed and unsheathed from the scabbard,
As the dark clouds drifted by.
Beneath the moon lay the city,
Of minarets and towers,
Home to princes and merchants
To wizards with wicked powers.
She was formed in this city, half as old
As time itself men said,
Where the stones of the walls and towers
Were a beautiful ruby red.
And she herself had a skin so pale,
As soft as the finest silk,
A complexion whiter and paler
Than the purest ass’s milk.
Eyes as dark as the ink black night,
That burned with a cold, deep fire
And seared the souls of those who gazed
Into their empty desire.
All those who gazed were turned to stone,
With the blaze of those eyes it was said,
Now the city’s name is Necropolis
The home of the living dead.
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