The Allure

When the allure does lead you 

Ever down that hall

Consider now, its end 

And what lies tied

To pretty strings

Mind yourself as you descend 

For what seems harmless 

Rarely is

You laugh to puppet shows

Until you find 

Its grip less charming 

As you sway to darkness' throes

So take my warning 

Turn around 

Don't heed the Siren's call

For if you wander

The Tempter's path

You'll soon become its thrall

Another puppet 

Makeup for the rot

A face to bear the false

Drawing in others

Subtle allure

'Til darkness' crushing assault