Folkwhore

She is a Folkwhore
With a mystical allure
All deny it then go for more
She's no middle of the road
She can only be good or bad
That's what everyone says
the rest is left unsaid
She hides her powers
and her might
Loved or hated at first sight
With another lunar spell
Turns a moment of heaven
Into a lifetime of hell
Freewill mistaken for sin
You're either out or all in
in the blackest of nights
Some are still too scared
to turn off their lights
She's a Folkwhore
nothing like you've had before