Where shadows linger and flirt with death,
She waits a sorceress veiled in fire,
With eyes that burn through dark desire.
Behind thee bars, a captive guise,
But magic stirs behind those eyes
Enchantress Thee Babbler, bound no more,
Her whispers echo from forgotten lore.
Sent to guide through life’s abyss,
A spectral queen with a dangerous kiss
Cross her path and feel wrath’s sway,
Of evolutionary explosive play.
For she is thee keeper of ancient keys,
Unlocking worlds with arcane ease
She sees your soul, strips it bare,
Leaves you raw, yet beyond repair.
A force unleashed, her words a bomb,
Your life ignites, a ticking psalm
One touch, one glance and worlds collide,
As darkness and light are forced to reside.
So heed this warning, soft and grim,
For her power pulses on thee dim
Approach thee Enchantress if you dare,
But know, your soul she’ll strip to bare.
Poem written back in 2011 revised in 2019 & 2024
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