Untamed

You prey on the vulnerable.

You have a way of knowing

just who to pick.

You pick your moments well.

xxx

You are a weaver of words,

casting little spells

over the women that you meet.

You know exactly what to say

so they get caught

under your spell.

xxx

Except your magic is toxic.

Its casting shadows,

not light.

xxx

It’s the black magic

that causes the death

of people’s souls.

xxx

Yet, they still think

you are a magician.

xxx

They fall in love with your being.

Like you are some sort of God.

Like puppets on a string.

xxx

I’m no longer 

feeling your magic.

Your spells no longer hold me.

I will not let your veil

of darkness

cover me anymore.

xxx

I hold my own magic now,

and its glistening

and shining so bright.