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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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on July 23, 2012
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