With a twitch of my fingers you’ll find that
I can make sparks fly.
Fictitious is my outer appearance
but what’s inside is what I try to hide.
Waterfalls of black hair lay gently
against the curve of my back.
Words of rhythm will assault you and
make you hope for all that you lack.
Mysterious; an enigma you
hope to lay claim to.
But one should be careful with
a soul who knows voodoo.
Captured by my essence which
would seem so pure.
With just a sway of my hand you have
no idea of the pain you’ll endure.
I’ll make you purr like a cat with
just one small spell.
Or you could sip this potion I conjured
that will allow you to experience hell.
Binding you to me I draw you in
so you can’t escape.
Because of the illusion you see before you
is now part of your cruel fate.
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