Broken spell

It was lower than descension
Something beyond comprehension

Somewhere beyond the grave
Where the ravens crave

The dance of the reaper
Entered my mind like a creeper

I entertained it to my utmost
Riveted by the witching host

Then you arrived at this gala event
Sat in the corner like you were meant

Distrusting your attendance
I coveted a warriors lance

Warring in my heart ensued
To destroy or allow you

I chose the latter
And that's all that matters

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