Drawn in again
is he
Bewitched by
she
This devil-woman
of renown
Him the foolish
clown
Her long blonde
hair
Draws him in
so fair
But her eyes
bewitch him
For they
draw him in
He’ll do
whatever she says
Entranced by
her play
This woman of
control
Using him for
a role
He cares little
for himself
Hence his soul
he did sell
To this fallen
angel come
From her he’d
never run
Bewitched and
fallen is he
From her he’ll
never be free
No escape
at all
Always at her
beck and call
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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