The KinkWizard

The KinkWizard, there she goes  
Walking by, in her gown that glows  
Her cape awash with spattered blood  
Over her a head, a hoarded hood  
A mystical being, so warm, so pure  
You’re drawn in by her illusive demure  
Cosmic qualities, calm and collected  
Ensnared by her spell, reality rejected  
Who is she, and where is she from  
Better be quick, or she’ll catch you, run!