Trudging along the narrow street City lights blinding my eyes Just then my heart skipped a beat For a new scent stirred my mind I searched in a fever To uncover its source Following the sweet ether That beckoned with subtle force The mystery reaching its finale In that pitch black alley She stood in shrouded darkness Her grave, eerie countenance Bearing such a starkness Against the soft fragrance This wicked, beautiful enchantment Enrapturing my very soul Too late to escape its entrapment Her influence had already taken its toll