She explained that what it was all sorcery, the illusions that befall a mind searching for affection.
A wise mage would take advantage, wielding the power in his prey’s weakness.
A witty witch wouldn’t hesitate, exploiting the feebleness in vulnerable man folk.
I ring this tone on my gong in warning because AfroSays not to be
Hocus pocus complete
Vodoll’s been pricked
She’s lost her wits
Spell’s taken effect
He can’t protest
Sorcery in session
Mind in possession