Poetry by Jeff Green

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Rakshasa

by cricketjeff on October 13, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Beware the tallest darkest trees
Beware the beauty of the night
She comes to spread her dread disease
So go in fright

Rakshasa lure the bravest men
To follow them beneath their trees
The depth of passion strikes and then
The dread disease

He met a girl surpassing fair
And courted her for many days
The palest skin the darkest hair
And sultry ways

He followed her beyond the gates
Where they would be alone a while
And hope to learn the higher states
In sutra style

She slowly stripped before his eyes
And he was captured by the scene
Her beauty was a bold disguise
Her soul was mean

She washed across him like a flood
This was a tale he’d never tell
In heaven until she drained his blood
He’s now in hell!

Beware the tallest darkest trees
Beware the beauty of the night
She comes to spread her dread disease
So go in fright

Rakshasa lure the bravest men
To follow them beneath their trees
The depth of passion strikes and then
The dread disease

Author notes

From Hindu myths and tales, Rakshasa are beautiful, have fangs they can hide and live in trees where they spy out their victims. If you are bitten by one you will either join them or die a horrible death of a stomach disease.

My tale is freely adapted from a story one of my friends was told by his grandmother as a young child.
I spiced it up a bit