~The Crimson Veil~

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The Underdark's cursed lights of peace,

Where whispers ride the scented breeze,

The moon wears rouge, the stars recede,

This is the haunt of crimson pleas.

 

A devil laughs in perfume smoke,

As courtesans in silk parade.

Each touch, a spell. Each word, a cloak.

Each gaze, a poison sweetly laid.

 

The shadows weave through pulsing light,

With eyes like dusk and lips like wine.

Her movements summon ancient rite,

Half hunger, half a secret sign.

 

Her magic hums beneath the floor,

In sighs, in songs, in heavy breath.

The Crimson Veil gives something more:

A love that dances in magics untold.

 

So traveler, be warned, take care,

Not all who enter leave unchanged.

The Crimson Veil will strip you bare.

Done