Warlock

Warlock in the firelight
So subtle with your
Magic dust and silver wand
Enchanting with the promise
Of ascension high above
The dark inside, away from
Vanilla scented psycho babble
And plastic platitudes.
You offer an end to the war
Within with soothing spells
And sweetened smoke
Illusions meant to mask
The tingle of sharpened love
Against tender flesh and
A slowly cracking soul.