He slithered in where there was not suppose to be an entrance. He wove a spell of complacence leaving her in an unbreakable trance. She hears him call to her, his words travel clearly through the night. She awaits his orders knowing that only with him can she truly take flight. She does not see the dangers that await her on the other side. It is not love nor is it lust it is simply a feeding for his pride. He does not want nor need her, he only needs himself to be content. She wants him desperately and can not see that her time is being misspent. She will have to fall for the trance to finally be broken. My only hope is that she keeps his cold lifeless heart as her single token.
