In The Dark Queen Morrigan's Thrall

In the kingdom where shadows creep,
A tale of enchantment, in your hearts to seep.
A queen, cloaked in darkness, her scepter of might,
In her thrall, we dance from twilight to twilight.

Kneel, brave hearts, to her majestic throne,
A queen of mystery, in obscurity sown.
Her whispers, they slither, entwining your soul,
A symphony of entrancement, consuming you whole.

She inflames your desires, your deepest needs,
In the echoing silence, where her dark magic feeds.
A potent elixir of dreams she weaves,
In her thrall, we are but naïve thieves.

Her eyes, they pierce, through the veils of your fear,
Baring your essence, drawing you near.
A promise of power, of riches untold,
In her thrall, to her will we fold.

Through corridors of mist and webs of deceit,
To the pulsating rhythm of her heart's every beat.
We march, entranced, to her silent drum,
In her thrall, to her symphony we will succumb.

In the realm of the unseen, under her reign,
We move, puppet-like, in joy and in pain.
In a dance of surrender, in a trance so divine,
In the Dark Queen's thrall, forever we'll pine.

For her magic, it lingers, in whispers of the wind,
In the call of the nightingale, in tales spun and pinned.
In the labyrinth of dreams, in the canvas of the night,
In the Dark Queen's thrall, we find our delight.

Her spell, it binds, in chains of desire,
Fan the flames of her dark, all-consuming fire.
In the depths of the night, under her star-lit dome,
In the Dark Queen's thrall, we've found our true home.

Her world, it beckons, an intoxicating abyss,
In her thrall, we plunge, in pursuit of bliss.
For in the Dark Queen's thrall, our hearts be bound,
In her melody of darkness, we've found love profound.