Men cower from her power

Her force, it showers

Intimidating and towers

A sinister beauty, a darker flower

The thorns are her voice

It’s toxic to make her a choice

She’s turning the men to boys

And treating the pleading as noise

Just conning fools for riches

They paying for all her wishes

Similar to witches

Her power is over souls

Yet, it don’t help to know

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