I won’t need a spell, from some dusty old book,
I’ll enchant you, with just one wicked look.
Deep in my eyes, you’re sure to find,
A twisted little place, that will capture your mind.
I’ll ruin your world, I’ll take away your life,
You’ll beg me to stay, and become your wife.
But I have no need, for the shell you’ll become,
I’ll cast you aside, like some washed up bum.
You thought you claimed me, as your cute little prize,
The only thing you’ve won, was your own demise.
And after I’ve used you, for all that I want,
I’ll head out again, on my devious hunt.
written for: They Daily Post – Enchantment
photo by: Bestefra