you wicked enchantress!,you have bound me tight

with your chains of melodies and siren's voice

i need to hear some other form of noise

to clear my head and to give second sight

to see the traps you've laid on my left and right

you are wrong to think i lack the poise

to think clearly and take apart your ploys

you'll soon see i not only bark but bite

it's comic though that for all this rough talk

i'm certain i cannot raise my hand

to fight against unavoidable doom

for before battle starts,my plan you balk

again i'm a thrall,under your command

praying that the bane you are, becomes my boon