Come, inquisitive one, with  me,
To my forbidding tower,
With all your whispered questions,
And youth yet in flower.

O, do not fear me, sweet one,
For I am but a man;
For all my magick powers,
Do not fear me, Niniane.

You wish to learn my secrets
And all my hidden lore;
To read my books and dusty scrolls,
That magis wrote before,

And in exchange you offer love,
Which I have never known;
Your tender kiss, your gentle touch,
And that soft moan.

And should you take my power
And leave me powerless
Still I give it willingly
For your caress.

Copyright (C) 2004, John Bliven Morin

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