Drawn deep by scent of Nepenthe
The curling fogs of fantasy
That tumbled mountains, still-calmed seas
And slow but sure... devoured me
 
Buried whole beneath this place
To gaze on an ever-changing face
Which ever hydra turned a smile
Or snarled and spit its venomed bile
 
The more and more it turned and turned
The more and more I yearned and yearned
In nectar lure, becharming weave
Unto its web of make believe

Forever haunted in this snare
Lured by a soul that was not there
Enchantress of the ill-conceived
Oh dark, so deep
So Nepenthe

Drawn deep by scent of Nepenthe
That slow but sure devoured me
Lost in Scheol?s darkest abyss
All for this
My Nemesis