Bound
Narayán García Campos
Don't turn around
There is danger
Deep in these woods
The witch is looming
Take a deep breath
And try to carry on
But its too late to
Escape her magic
You are bound to
Find your way into
Her shackle
You fool
Anything for love
You thought
I'll give you the
Witch's head
You promised her
But now
You are bound here
Servitude to evil
