The sorceress advances upon me,
Her hazel orbs ascending skyward.
Blue lips befitting a goddess
Softly whisper arcane incantations.
Orphic awe inexplicible in it's magnitude ensues.
Violet flames emanate from her being.
Lightning without sound strikes the ground.
The very reality around me pulsates
In rythm with her audible heartbeat
And yet I cannot help but smile
As my doom becomes emanant,
For you see, I am bound by woven enchantments.
My love for her grows with each passing moment.
Death shall be the sweetest release.
