In her chamber of deceit she glow
Demure in her red crystal ball
She smells of berry and pines as she empty her
Majestically she sat, waiting for her victim
A toast and another after another
She draws her victim until there was no return
He becomes lost into a world of his world
Where he's king and she his queen
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She called herself the whiskey
In her world soberness never lives
It takes only a sip to slip
And may never find your foot to stand
She had made the wise foolish
The strong weak
Yet a comfort for those who mourn
And a mocker for those she conquer
