Wicked Enchanter

Wicked Enchanter

Noble manners and humble look

Funny and thoughtful when he is around you

Sharp is his mind and eloquent are his speech

Tender his touch and magic is his kiss

As he gracefully rests your body on a bed of flowers and leaves

He gently strokes your skin, inebriating your will

Elated by his whispers and the tingle of his tongue

For the first time you will reach the stars

Sipping the poisonous dose of a foreign fruit

Toxic is the nectar that takes over you

His enchanting words made you into a Princess

His wicked mind turned you into his mistress

His eyes are no longer green, but dark, as the evil inside him

The bed you used to lie in no longer smells of roses

Nor it feels like silk, instead stinging nettles graze your skin

As you poise he admires his reflection into your fearful eyes

He looks so damn distasteful…and you wonder

How was I enchanted by his lies?