Lord of chaos, pleased to meet you,
I rock back and forth and laugh as I greet you.
I fear your mischief, lies and charms,
Yet welcome you with open arms.
Your heart and mind are in an eclipse,
But I’m distracted by your face,
The incisions on your charming lips,
They put me in a craze.
You like to watch my mind erode.
You make me stare at one long road,
A thousand ways, till it’s a maze.
My panicked brain is overflowed.
My mind, you burn and brand,
When you take my fragile hand,
We watch the magic stars align,
Through your looking-glass malign,
Your looking-glass malign…
When you see me through the cursed lens,
My aura’s dark and serpentine.