Goddess Nyla

Goddess Nyla’s Spell

They come crawling, weak at the knees,
Bound by my whispers, lost in the tease.
One glance, and their souls combust,
Begging to worship, pleading for trust.

My name drips sweet, laced with sin,
Goddess Nyla—where desire begins.
Their minds unravel, their wills unwind,
No escape, no peace, I live in their mind.

Their pockets empty, their hearts run dry,
Yet still, they kneel, still, they cry.
A touch, a smirk, a flick of my wrist—
They’d trade their world for a taste of my kiss.

Night and day, I haunt their dreams,
Chained to my beauty, bound by my schemes.
Oh, how they suffer, how they crave,
Yet gladly, they dig their own grave.

For I am the queen, the flame, the fire,
The endless hunger, the ruthless desire.
No man resists, no soul defies—
They fall, they fade, under my eyes.