your mansion rises
in the middle of a clearing
a dense wood, prowled by lions and wolves
the drugged and deadly victims of your magic
tales of your dark temper
are legendary
by magical arts
you reduce scorned suitors to cattle
or pigs
whichever suits your fancy
you leave them nothing
not even their manhood
still, I am drawn
like a wild beast
like all the others before me
to feast upon your witch's smile
red wine drips from your moist lips
splashes on a bare breast
like Odysseus
I suspect treachery from the outset
but I am only a man
even as I tear at your clothing
I keep one eye on the door
and a hand on my sword
