How the Cajun play

Mar 13, 2012 00:35

Do you like how the Cajun play?
She asked me, red hair hair flowing
I shook mine, I'd never paid attention
Upon her drums she played a beat now slowing

Green herb burning, yet I don't partake
Crimson liquid flowing, and I am finally not fake

May I  come inside with you?
Two shadows within a box
I collected each diamond she lost
And mine, she did too

I danced bearing my soul
You are the charmer, and I am the snake
Let us become unwhole
And we danced until our bones did break

Only water now, and still I cry
This is how, this is why

Dreaming of wandering Selkie's swimming
Seeing Sapphire's tears turning crimson

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