Post by Mephisto927 on Oct 15, 2013 18:08:19 GMT -5
Bast
Fair warning foolish mortal
Sleep brings many dreams
Some are things of beauty,
Some are things of screams
Awakening brings you back into
The world of calmer thought
But if you let dreams follow you
It could be all for naught
The cat is a mystical talisman,
A familiar of witches brew
The temptress comes into your dreams
To enchant and beguile you
She charms you with her voice so sweet,
And purrs into your ears
She calms you with her fur so soft
And washes away your fears
But beware her charms dear dreamer
Be cautious of her wiles
She comes not to grant your whims
She comes to crush your smile
Basts aspect is best known
For destroying with royal flame
The souls of men not measuring up
Ones she has put to shame
She comes at night into your room
And sits upon your chest
She stares at you and draws in
Your life spark from your breath
No wonder that on Hallow’s Eve
The felines face scares most
That soft and fuzzy countenance
Hides a malevolent ghost
She is the portent of things to come,
The augury of your dreams
The harbinger of nightmares,
The midnight madness schemes
She’ll dangle the glimmer of what might be
And all that you desire,
But wait until you awake
And find your life afire
Fair warning foolish mortal
Sleep brings many dreams
Some are things of beauty,
Some are things of screams
Awakening brings you back into
The world of calmer thought
But if you let dreams follow you
It could be all for naught
The cat is a mystical talisman,
A familiar of witches brew
The temptress comes into your dreams
To enchant and beguile you
She charms you with her voice so sweet,
And purrs into your ears
She calms you with her fur so soft
And washes away your fears
But beware her charms dear dreamer
Be cautious of her wiles
She comes not to grant your whims
She comes to crush your smile
Basts aspect is best known
For destroying with royal flame
The souls of men not measuring up
Ones she has put to shame
She comes at night into your room
And sits upon your chest
She stares at you and draws in
Your life spark from your breath
No wonder that on Hallow’s Eve
The felines face scares most
That soft and fuzzy countenance
Hides a malevolent ghost
She is the portent of things to come,
The augury of your dreams
The harbinger of nightmares,
The midnight madness schemes
She’ll dangle the glimmer of what might be
And all that you desire,
But wait until you awake
And find your life afire
