Lost For Good

I cast a spell for your lost soul A woven web to make you whole It took awhile for it to weave It's wickedness for those to see But you are mine a broken slave Once free to flirt now bound naive No walls to climb or fences raised Tamed you are your hide is grazed I am the master of your soul Dauntless creator I make you whole Your darkest moments are mine Whips and scars left behind But when I call you will run Responding to my clever pun For I am the master of your game No longer creator of your name My puppet and pleasure toy Shall you remain amongst ahoy Or simply depart like the rest After suckling a wildlings breast? Time will tell my fair soul My whips and chains will make u whole And when you end this hapless game Please pray tell release your Name