her spell

under the influence of her spell,
the perfume of a wandering kitten,
liberated from the formality of her treasures,
he is seduced by a oft exhibition of her cunt

as you may have heard, the young prince (servant) began to
contemplate his surrender to the fragrance of a woman

no senses can comprehend the furious struggles
which raged on and on,
all matter and substance are gone,
hopes of keeping his hunger faded from his dream,
in those great times, he later wrote in a love letter:
worries pressed on my heart from morning until night

in the middle of this siege, the servant found
solace in the teachings of an esoteric gipsy,
their breath, their rituals, their techniques
gave them great supernatural powers,
to fly,
to see into the future,
to hear and see over vast distances
turning the devoted slave into a mortal being

the sharp clawed, soft, furry,
felis catus manipulation of him was broken,
he seems to have undergone some kind of transformation,
he cared neither for himself,
nor for worldly affairs,
as the greatness of divinity enveloped his heart