Lilian
The spell was cast
Then I was spell bound.
The tale was of lust.
I became hell bound
She held me close to her chest
I beheld a rose on her breast
Love is the twin sister of Lust
She whispered in a voice
Its you I have found
My time to rejoice
Her voice was a sound
That left me no choice.
Father told me to take that I like
I like you and I am taking you with me
I was taken by her for charmed me
With charms so evil.
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