Venomous harridan, cast her spell of deception
Adored by Satan and blessed without reflection
Maybe her horror was clear, not a subtle sleight
Perhaps, I should have known, with her first bite
I felt my blood drain, as she guzzled and gorged
Realising my mistake, for in Hell she was forged
Each drop of her sweat, was like acid in my soul
With the caress of her breaths, burning like coal
I howled in my head, but her sorcery was strong
Taking me to the place, of a triple headed prong
Cackling for she was sated, I was spent, O wirra!
Her conjuration, of desire, an unreflecting mirror
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