Kanchi Mehta
Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read

The Enchantress

I left him with you,

On your command, I left

But what did you do,

Hurt him more than me?

Who gave you the right to

Make him feel like that

But let me confess, I enjoyed

The evil side to me applauds

For he deserved this.

But how Dare you?

He is mine! My meal for tonight

You have no right.

You never will.

He came back to me, bruised,

Hurt and weak, asking for a potion

To bring him back,

I stripped, to please his eyes,

I touched him to bring back

Sensation in his body,

I kissed him to get his taste buds

Back in action they longed,

I made love to him,

But did that help? He screams

Your name louder than mine,

You’ve left an impression

I can’t erase, nothing can.

“How Dare you?” She said,

A tone of voice I chuckled at,

I watched her lose her temper,

Her eyes going red, the demon within

Showing it’s colours, the horns

The teeth, the hands, the feet,

Seemed more human than mine.

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