Warlocks stalk the streets at night
with magic in their strides.
Their slender look and tender hook,
the devil’s chosen brides.
Vixenry, their practiced trade,
they offer what men lack.
Alas beware, if you should dare,
there is no coming back.
Sick fantasies may yet come true,
and more that’s up for rent.
Don’t lose yourself to passion’s snare,
forgetting that it’s lent.
The darker arts are not for all,
if doubtful, do not try.
Some passions hold a steeper price
that most are loath to buy.