And I find,
Prostate upon a lotus-painted floor,
The loveliest of all beloved slaves
My emperor hath, and from her pulseless side
A serpent rises, whiter than a root
Of some venefic bloom in darkness grown,
And gazes up with green-lit eyes that seem
Like drops of cold, congealing poison.
Excerpt from The Hashish-Eater
by Clark Ashton Smith
(Source: venusmilk)
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