You cast your spell on me once more
I am like a moth to a flame.
Fear wells up inside my Self
But still I willingly came.
What is this magic that binds me so
You handsome Sorcerer of old?
My heart is paralyzed in fear
That you’ll force my heart to go cold.
In the darkened corner of my mind
I remember the pain of loss-
I have the scars but also hope:
That the Never will not touch us.
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