Bewitched by your spell, you have left me quite speechless.

I was blind enough, to follow an unseen path based on your fazed assumptions and clues.

There were signs and symbols of danger and chaos.

But straight faced, I ignored them all.

Like fire attracted to wood, my eyes were destined on you.

And you like a wild fox, cunningly waiting for me to fall.

For then you can roll your dice, just when the time is right.

And used me like a bean bag, throwing me upside down here and there in need.

You see me as an opportunity to knock on. Making your call.

There was someone waiting to cast upon the spells you want. And that was your mistress. 

Oh how I was wrong, to consider me as gold in your life!