Ode to the Last Say

O Mighty Last Say, What is that witchcraft thou know
Every Man Seeks ya, all the besotted tongues you draw.

Silence remains constrained to the mansion of theories like the wedded wife in distress
You have the real world under spell like the seducing mistress.

Which master conman took you under tutelage?
You can delude, without a fail, man of any age.

Right or wrong, matters to who, thou call for love unconditional and pure.
Reason can't even touch you, You will reign the world of insecure.