In shadows deep, where whispers creep,
There lies a tale of love turned bleak.
Once bright and bold, a narcissist's hold,
A story of deceit untold.
His eyes like mirrors, reflecting lies,
Each word a charm, each smile a guise.
Beneath his charm, a heart of stone,
A lover's trap, a witch's own.
Beware, dear soul, the narcissist's wile,
His love a poison, his touch a trial.
He'll steal your light, your essence drain,
Leaving naught but sorrow's stain.
But rise, dear witch, with power untamed,
Let his memory be forever maimed.
With spells of strength and wisdom's grace,
You'll reclaim your heart, your rightful place.
No more the slave to his ego's game,
In your own power, you'll find acclaim.
So let the crows caw, the black cats prowl,
For in your magic, you'll find the growl.
A witch reborn, a phoenix rise,
From ashes of love's dark demise.
No longer bound by his twisted spell,
You'll weave your own story, and all will tell.
