She swore she would ordain me. She cursed everyone that would fight this ordination.
I was compelled by her pretty eyes to notice the signs that she was but a mind player. She had shuffled my cards so neatly I had become one of her set of arranged puppets. She was the best puppeteer, she made my legs move to porch of the ones I despise. My eyes watched in amazement as I knocked forbidden doors.
I had once kissed her with her hands around my neck, that kiss had ended but that hand had remained. It held my head firmly, turning me away from the bright sun. All I see was what she made me see.