Crouching over bubbling cauldron,
Laced with essence of dark arts,
Dark arts of untrue lovers lies,
Kissing once fake lips,
For I do not despise,
For I now realise that his lips never lied,
'Tis not him,
Nor is it me,
Never denied!
Ferocity of dreams appeal,

Cauldron spilled in sulphurs stench,
Essentially clears,
When,She as metamorphosis,
Dressed in sweetness' scented hazy mist,
Provoked a vicious love spell,
To trap him in her power filled world,
A world of wishing wells,
Revealed, the effect of her luscious sorcery upon his sweet black heart!
By ladylivvi1

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