Magical
Spell of your charming
Wizardry
Soon to be
Turned into that black magic
Under fake pretence
Spell bounded
And still hypnotized
Soul of mine
Cries for more
Of your cold necromancy
To seize my witchcraft
Soul of mine Cries for more is what i can say after reading your poems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dang he is stealing from her