She wears the void like a gown
and pulls in eyes all around
The room in twilight spins at the edge
with all her sounds and all she said

They bring her gifts of jewelry and wine
She enjoys a delightful time
in this room until the light of day
when her charm wears away

Until first light her mask is set
and no chained heart will forget
Some shall never from this place depart
but lay down to die of a broken heart

Her grace is only a grifter's disguise
The power is her voice and her eyes
If for one moment you would dwell
the sorceress would hold you with her spell