Not even a witch like her
Not Thor or Frey
She has engulfed my body and
soul
As I keep asking for her and
could not go
She's cast a spell on my
thoughts
A love spell, in chains I'm
caught
She's possessed my every part
The scars from broken hearts
And the sprain and disgusting
sores
From rigged love and wars
Not even a witch like her
No powers on this earth
Could break her love she
cursed
No sorcerer with his
apprentice
Could venture her territories
No forces in the air or below
Could interpret what she
bestowed
I'm her prisoner, thrown to
her dimension
Of open heart and darkened
dungeons
I will break lose, seems
impossible by the day
Since I keep enjoying her
haunting ways
What sorcery, how she earned
it
I do not know, anything like
this
She had a soul equally
tortured
She has her bow pleasured
And arrows streamlined and
enchanted
She could be my miracle and
curse
And
nothing, not even death
