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