ZOMBIFIED
Once upon a hazy time there was a Witch who stole this mind. Snipped a lock of auburn hair The Magic phrase was Do you dare Sweet little richie asleep in bed Thoughts of fun swirling in his head She planted words of Suggestion Stirred in him a Resurrection He heard Her whispers in his ear Looked outside but the coast was clear Though confused he did Obey When She said Come out and Play For when She Calls he has no Will Thanks to Her Unholy Skills So he stumbled out the door Like a zombie, thoughts no More A vacant brain was what remained His sole Focus was Her Name So he walked Her Sacred Path Until he found Her there at last Shining bright in the Moonlight His Mystic Mistress of the Night She beckoned him with Open Arms He was taken by Her Charms He must submit to what he's Told Sit and watch his Fate Unfold His Mistress pushed him in the dirt Time to do some Wicked Work She hitched up Her dress of Lace Made Her Throne upon his face He had no choice and couldn't speak So he ...