Of those seduced
Some deep wild thing kept alive in fantasy
Better man than you have fallen under her spell
You are nothing without her, she can make you beautiful
She can make you happy
She can free you
No worries, no regret
All she asks in return is your time
Moments, she convinces you
Late nights, early mornings, wilted blossoms
Her rewards are great, she returns her promises
Delightful at first glance then fraudulent in an instant
The more she rewards you the more you feel her take her toll
A steep price we have paid for her love
Exhaustion, ruin, corruption
Better man than you have fallen under her spell and still better yet