I play with words, a spell i weave with
The magic I made, a playful art of facade
It obey, serve and sway at my command
A sweet lover or a loyal server, cannot name

I can wield them as a cure or a chronic curse unknown
I can make it rhyme and dance on my charm like lightning slays
My words hold the power to amaze and break like an irresistible face

The fire it ignites, Slowly burn like flames
Impossible to tame, a tempting allure, beckons to chain
As my words burn making their heart race
They bleed, as it digs deep like a sharp blade

It can also ring...