Wicked witch’s concoction
Or angelic fairy’s magical portion
Maybe, a brew of both together,
He could not ascertain.
Flowing through, with mirth.
Mixed in his blood in stealth,
Exhilarating; his absolute soul and mind.
Racing and raging rapids
Swelling and surging riots
Tossed and twirled his essence,
Overwhelmed, he yielded in a stupor.
Intense and dark, the fatal cocktail
Of irresistible love and obsession
Plunged and sank him even deeper.
As a mad manipulated marionette,
An unthinking keyed toy,
In wanton and abandon desire.
Crazed and frenzied was he.
Completely drowned in passion
Thoughtless of all his actions
Drift into the love-abyss, did he.
