She was holding magical powers,
Like some goddess of other world.
sorcerer elegantly mysterious,
I was falling for her grandeur.
One-hand holding stick,
the other the gratitude for her magic world.
I was more intrigued by her enchantment,
Then the magnificence she held.
Wicked gazes, the hag was prevailing like a godhead.
With no crown, she was governing,
She had mysterious supernatural power within.
Practising sorcery in a black cloak,
She kept her divinity within her.
There is no sin in love for God,
Even when you are a sorcerer
A wizard having utmost devotion.