she may well have invented herself
the world had never seen anything like it
patented & unique
though the imitators would sashay by
none quite as good as the original
and she stirred my nostalgia in her cauldron
swallowing it down in one quick gulp
craving her pleasures
what hope have I against this sorcery
I am powerless
my magic gone long ago
she absorbed yet someone else
he won’t fair as well
he had no strength and wasn’t well defined
most likely crushed
he’ll evaporate from the scene
Somehow
I remain
and have to ask
am I a ghost here now?
Merely the spirit of something we knew before
or am I about to be reincarnated
molded back into a man
through the spellbook in her arms?
according to s.e. senter 
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