Enchanting

Every step closer brings magnetic enchanting rot,

Souls for sale for any elixir,

be it cure or poison. These days

bring decay and we are held

together by the seductive glow,

though where the light comes from,

we do not know. But it must be

better than this leisurely decline,

Truth and illusion have become

inseparable twins and so the logic stands.

It must be better than this.