The sorceress may seem welcoming. She may seem warm, kind, irresistible, even. But those who’ve fallen into her trap Know otherwise. Unsuspecting victims Fall before her enchanting promises. They see her as a friend, A force for good. Her magic is her golden lure, Her deception is her power, And her voice is her weapon. Some escape her deceptive grasp, Their sanity hanging by a thread. Others don’t make it out. But I did. I survived her traps, I escaped her demands, And I saw her for who she really was. I try to warn the others, But they call me crazy. Maybe I am, but I know I’m not imagining The darkness they’re falling into, The same darkness I barely escaped. It hurts, but her magic shows them light When there’s only pain and suffering. It hurts to watch, But there’s nothing I can do. I’ve warned them all I can, But once they fall, It’s up to them to get out on their own.
