In order to win the night; you had to become an enigmatically lingering whisper; which propelled beads of untamed excitement to creep up on the skin,
In order to win the coffin; you had to become a perpetually still dead body, relinquishing even the most minuscule trace of life,
In order to win the spider; you had to become a grandiloquent web; woven with threads of exquisitely voluptuous silk,
In order to win the lotus; you had to become the boisterously buzzing bee; seducing it to the most unprecedented limits; hovering incessantly round its famished grace,
In order to win the devil; you had to become its ingratiatingly immaculate prey,
