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
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