mercissly

sinking deeper into despair
my heart coveth what it cannot
it is with dread this admittance

the heart can be so fickle
when it has set its sights on one
a soul so very intelligent yet cold

the very idea of me fills him with contempt
still nightly I run to him
to my ruination
escapinng my postion for a momemt

my place in life is precarious
he is of fine stock
wealthy and important

my heart seeks the dark arts in this matter
if I am found a witch it will be my undoing
still, I say the words
spelling on the air

with this encantation I do summons
let him be smitten of this lass
who by cauldrons fire
dances to add seduction

beseeching the higher powers
over heaven and Earth
be it through looks or deep affection
let him fall for me

in dreaded night I sigh into the spell cast
adding a lock of my hair for the binding
upon my honor the man came seeking

searching me out in the shadows
bewitched and behexed
empty of soul

this would not be good enough
it was his lively manner which captivated
my rebuff of this doppleganger angered him
who mercissly took me
down into his true depravity

my summons proved a charm
of the demon he really was
now I lay locked in his dungeon
where he comes nightly, to do the unspeakable
my station is life further degraded

a prisoner of my own doing
with great malice I thought to curse
but thought better of it
there are worse things he could do to me