Her nostril bled a blood bright red
Though no one was there to hit her head
The magic loomed luring ladies into traps trivial that happen so fast
It drew her close with a cutting corrosive blast
Essence emanating, evaporating, caressing her linen
Luscious power lulled her leaving senselessness
Pacifying pulling, a force so perfectly relentless
She fell to madness making murmurs in her mind now muddled
As she rot away rare conditions rendering her useless
She lay slowly dying singing songs spiritual sensual and subtle