self assuming blot of toil bubble
me up in a couldren of fired ashes
never leach your blooded anger
in my path sultan of peace...

school your mind carefully add
the seasoned spices measure your
ingredients well then turn with that
rusty ladel swirl to a boiling rage ...


wizards would be proud of your
deeds secpter in hand you cruel
my words ablaze my heart with
un wanted passions...

yet drawn to you like a thirst for
water drowning in your scented
essence i fall under your beastly
spell once more...