In The Witches Thrall

In twilight's spell, a song begins to brew,
Woven with magic, both bewitching and new,
Awakens desires, in your heart, lying deep,
In the witches' thrall, secrets they do keep. 

A chorus of whispers, in your ear, they weave,
Concepts astounding, you begin to perceive,
A tale of power, or perhaps of unseen gold,
In the witches' thrall, your attention they hold.

Their words, a potion, each syllable a seed,
Grow in your psyche, fulfill your every need.
In your dreams, their echoes softly creep,
In the witches' thrall, even in your sleep.

They promise joy, perhaps a pinch of pain,
A thrilling journey on an arcane train,
Through realms unseen, where stars align,
In the witches' thrall, where shadows intertwine.

A vivid image, in your mind, they paint,
Of a world enchanted, devoid of any taint,
Their spell, so potent, their allure so prime,
In the witches' thrall, suspended in time.

They mesmerize, with their hypnotic dance,
In their enchantment, you willingly prance,
Their magic enthralls, their charm does bind,
In the witches' thrall, you’re willingly confined.

Embrace the allure, let her spell unwind,
In the witches' thrall, a new self you'll find,
A journey begins, a path yet unfurled,
In the witches' thrall, discover a new world.