Cauldron Calls

Potent fortune liquid simmering stew,
Spells of satan draws me to you,
Churning death to ingest a love
Professed
In a spew.

Practiced poison arises chimney smoke in air,
Lay the bread crumb path in case your spared,
The cauldron calls
Willing
To steal, you there.

Vile vixen black cloaked thief,
Stirs the pot of the soul juice relief,
Alluring and provocative
Hides
What's underneath.

She haunts my dreams with sex to sell,
After all the demons I fight and still I fell,
In love but
Torn
Im scorn
Because I cast you unto hell.