WHAT SORCERY

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