in the sixth dimension I thought to pen to you
using my special diction heavy with a demonic accent
my twang is slithering
venom falling from my lips
my Queen lay waste to those that doubt you
in the stellar hate they will bow in the end
focus your energy
summons your endeavors there is nothing you can't conjure
uttering on the winds enchantments
working the divine word with your psalms of infamy
direct your dark may your desires answer your faith
lovely dark spinning on the winds
spelling mischief with her will
sweet sin recognizes you here
utter chaos, this is where pleasure spills
with a tilt of the head and a spark of her eyes, magic is cast
the air thick with energy approaches they know this witch
with hexes on her hips she conjures
by the power of three... make him see
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This has such a powerful, dark mystical energy. I love how the imagery moves between the cosmic and the occult—the sixth dimension, venomous words, winds carrying enchantments, and “hexes on her hips” create such a vivid presence. She feels unapologetically powerful, almost as though chaos itself recognizes her authority. And that final line, “by the power of three… make him see,” is a fantastic way to leave the spell hanging in the air. 🖤✨
hello lovely Liz I wrote this for such a lady I know… she is a force truly… thank you for picking up on her personality that is a gift…I deeply appreciate your thoughts ❤️