The Enchantress (Revised)

The enchantress snuck in from my window, of my sleeping chambers during my slumber. The enchantress then stroke her lovely fingers through my mane. Her beautiful fingers froliced through my hair, but then the hand...her hand turned shriveled up, old, battered. I could no longer see what I once seen in her...for she turned my belly inside out! Into a sicken swirl of twirls and flips. I no longer saw the beauty that once drowned in her essence.I no longer saw the love that I once had for her and her me. Once I couldn't bear to stray away from her. I would whimper in sadness because I would start to miss her when she swags away to leave my presence. I saw her no more for what she was. I was belittled. I was betrayed. I was beckoned to go to the mercy of her feet to take me back as I am and have pity upon me. But, I kept my composer, reminiscing of the good and the sin I have purged upon myself. My enchantress was once bond to my brother's bed, while I foolishly loved her afar.