Enchantress
There was so much of myself I knew, I had, to be so proud, So much about my tremendous control, that needn’t be told aloud, I really believed, all I had to do, was firmly decide, and will it, And
Awake
When I can find nearly no difference between day and night, And I realize not, the extent or gravity of my plight, When my thoughts constantly oscillate between either extreme, I knew then, I was walking in the garden of
Mesmer
She is gone before your eyes can even blink, And yet she is the only thought you can think, You stumble upon everything, already in a trance, And become yet another slave of her glance. Every time you look around,