Once the evil sinks in its hooks,

It lays silent claim to its victim, 

Ownership over the being of its prey. 

It does not let go—invisible claws grip still,

Though it toys with the emotions, 

Pretending to have left the soul at peace. 

But it is a ruse. 

It injected the drug of attention it now withdraws,

And it waits for the addiction to take hold, 

For its victim to crawl back in supplication, 

So it can gain uncontested control. 

And one will only know it is truly done, 

Know when it relinquishes for true, 

For that is when the evil seeks to destroy what it has used, 

To ruin. 

If it has not done so, it lurks.