Spellderella's Song

In a ramshackel hut
High upon the highest hill
The Sorceress, Spellderella
Stirred a haunted brew

Singing as she conjured
Her past reborn
Visions of the peasant girl
Who was destined
For so much more
Swirled inside her ghostly stew

Once married
To an impossible man
Mother to a son
Who was just as bad
So she left them behind
To chase the wind

Now she enchants the gentlemen
With her song
Voice like honey
Dripping all morning long
Golden curls
Against fair skin
Eyes easy to get lost in

With the wave of her hand
She takes her next victim in
Making love to them
In her den

Sweet perfume
Intoxicates the room
 Tasting the salt
From their sweat-soaked skin
Breathing hard
She pleasures them again
Stringing them along
Like marionettes to her song
The visions fade like the moon

As night gives way to light
She is left alone to ponder
Til her next performance
Her cast of characters set
Spellderella sings on