So elegantly dressed
the sorceress
begins her evil deeds.
High Mistress of trance
In flouting and deceit
A deadly game she leads.
Midst the flowery smell
of her cologne
She brews her dance of death.
No man alive can withstand
the spells she doth casts
Capturing earthly breath.
Her fire is burning hotter
Higher and higher it will glow.
She'll take what really matters
When the blue skies darken
and the moon slips behind the clouds
She"ll then lead you to the devils hole
In her elegant dress
the sorceress
Takes one more man so bold.
for his fate was made
Long before this day
And now her tale is told
© copyright 2001 by Dora
May 23rd 2001