A beautiful witch she was
Strutting through the corridors of power
Having all she wanted at her beck & call
Enchanting her way to the top

Her Every stride, dripped with influence
Bringing governors, to their knees breathless
She even dined, with great presidents
Theirs was the cheapest trick, without a sweat

Well skilled in the art of hypnotism
She allured him, spell bound, to her body
She was sixty, he was three & twenty
Yet he shared her bed in glee

Glued to her side, like a stray puppy
Blindfolded he was, by her money
He did all her biddens, without thinking
Confident he had her, for milking

Not knowing He was the victim
He lived in luxury, lavished with her booties
The golden coin, his motivation
Feeling he had, the whole world at his feet.

She had him well, figured out
His future, definitely planned out
Into her net he had entered
Never to fly free without a fight

A fight Only meant for Titans
But this time the battle, was thrust to the lad
Panting and gasping, clawing and scratching
He attempted his escape from time to time

One night of passion, became a lifetime hustle
A bloody fight, for his dear life
A liesure past time, became a thorny path
A sinister den, he couldn't get past

Mammon had his Jaws this time
Her cage tightened against...