Sorceress

Those things that are beyond our five senses.

In gentle guise goes the hand that strips.

offering false lamentations.

beware the beauty of the face holding deception.

Slippery, sweet connections

Carry not the fine words she binds bathed in falsehoods.

Offers of love and help carries the danger.

Beware the grey soul, the bender in the wind that is strongest.

The fence sitter sits waiting for the wind.