Under A Spell

Upon the bosom of dire despair,
I suckled like the errant demon.
At your window I pined unaware,
at sight of me your heart blackens.

Upon dark loins of deepest craving,
I knawed like a satyr unbecoming.
At your door I bang poorly behaving,
in fear, the police your summoning.

Upon my conscience light dawning,
I writhe in agony, a feeble revelation.
Calm myself in retrospective yawning,
seeing the futility of my exasperation.

Upon the reckoning of sounder reason,
loathe myself for falling under a spell.
To witches as you, love is a treason,
how long before this potion will quell?

Upon the warlock's scroll, sign name,
this necronomicon of scandal prize.
A grand levelling of play in this game,
now you'll pick on someone your size!

TBollinger