Possession
What a powerful hand you possess…
Such an attribute, I’ll confess…
You took me into your hands…
And performed magic over my lands…
You’re a magician; no, a warlock…
You possess more strength than time left on your clock…
Over power Me….
I am a Banshee…
I am unrest…
My winds will conquer as you harvest my breath…
Madamchryzl
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 
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