Of twisted woods, and of sour scents
there is no shame in a whimsical descent
With a simple word or just a few touches
You will begin to drop, and feel two rushes
One for your body, One for your mind
Leaving all other thoughts right behind
You will float, you will fly
The feeling of bliss you cannot deny
But tales of fae and of whim
You'll be wondering who is truly entranced, be it she or him
But now you wonder if I'll ever let you go
Bait the hook, and drag you further than you'll ever know
You will want, you will wonder
As I begin to rend your mind asunder
I will be the lightning before your thunder
But this is just to pull you in, not pull you down
Begin to swim up before you drown
