A witch cursing her victims

Dripping venom in my wine,
Weaving words that twist and bind.
Mirror cracked but shows their sins,
I smile as the curse begins.

Threads of night and thorny vines,
Wicked hands, this power’s mine.

Dance, dance, under my spell,
Every step’s a tolling bell.
Shadow’s tune, they can’t escape,
Their fate is drawn, their lives reshape.

You trace the line between delight and dread,
Turn the air electric with the words you’ve said.
The stars recoil, the ground obeys,
Your laughter bends the night to stay.

Stolen fire fuels your song,
The weak are crushed, the strong don’t last long.

Dance, dance, under my spell,
Every step’s a tolling bell.
Shadow’s tune, they can’t escape,
Their fate is drawn, their lives reshape.

Let their dreams dissolve like smoke,
Let the silence rise, let the chaos choke.
Ash and ember mark my reign,
They’ll never rise to fight again.

Dance, dance, under my spell,
Every step’s a tolling bell.
Shadow’s tune, they can’t escape,
Their fate is drawn, their lives reshape.

Fingers stained with dusk’s decree,
My curse is art, and I am free.

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