Circe Poem by Yasmin Hemmat

I am Circe, a powerful witch who commands,
The sea and the land with skilled, ancient hands.

From my cauldron, vapors rise high,
Scented with secrets from aeons gone by.

A touch on my potion, a breath of power,
My incantations bloom like a midnight flower.

The forest yields to my will and grace,
As I shape the world in my dark embrace.

My song, a lullaby of the sea's embrace,
Captivates hearts, leaving no trace.

I am the mistress of shadows and dreams,
A force to reckon, more powerful than it seems.

With a wave of my wand, the world bends,
Creating illusions, where reality ends.

In my lair, the beasts are my loyal hounds,
Guarding my secrets, patrolling my grounds.

My touch alters the minds of men,
Changing their fates, over and over again.

I summon the storms that churn and rise,
The winds bow low, obeying my cries.

My touch transfigures, reshaping the form,
Turning the calm into a wild storm.

Vessels that wander too close to my isle,
Find themselves caught in my cunning smile.

For my voice, like sirens, lures them to shore,
Where my enchantment binds them evermore.

Sailors enticed by my haunting call,
Find themselves trapped by my thrall.

My song enchants, pulls them near,
Where illusions blur, nothing is clear.

A chalice filled with secrets deep,
Awaits the men who chase their need.

For with one sip, their fate is sealed,
As they metamorphose to swine, their doom is revealed.

But know that my charms come with a cost,
For those who trespass are forever lost.

In the maze of my magic, they wander and weep,
Entwined in my spells, trapped in their sleep.

To challenge my dominion, for all shall see,
The might of Circe, the sorceress of the sea.

For in my domain, nature bows to my grace,
All who oppose me shall vanish without a trace.