Caught within your spell,
I gazed upon your angel face.
Into your arms, I fell.
How I savored your warm embrace.
Safe as I can be,
within your hold, I will remain.
And we shall both see,
the souls of men in each domain.
Such gloom, you will bear.
My bitterness, you will withstand.
And we shall both hear,
the sufferings of evil men.
Thus hold becomes cold,
your comforting arms into air.
Achingly, you fade,
like the stars in the night, so fair.
A potion into a poison.
Your enchantment, lost.
An illusion, such creation -
death of my warlock!
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ October 17, 2010
