His smile fair as spring, as towards him he draws you
His tongue sharp and silvery, as he implores you
Your wishes he grants, as he swears to adore you
Gold, silver, jewels, he lays riches before you
Dues need to be repaid, and he will come for you
All to reclaim, no smile to console you
He'll snare you in bonds, eyes glowin' afire
To gore and torment you, till the stars expire
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