Yet, still we fell, like moths to flame, Entranced by Hazel's mystic, otherworldly claim, For in her eyes, a glimmer shone, A promise of secrets, and mysteries unsewn.

We do not need hellfire to understand this metaphor. In the modern age, we wear our own "Infernal Restraints" willingly.

According to a fragmented manuscript found in a charred lockbox outside Prague, "Hazel" was not a place, but a person. A hedge witch born with heterochromatic eyes—one the color of autumn leaves, the other the black of a cold hearth.

The phrase "infernal restraints hazel" evoked a sense of mystique and foreboding, leading me to create a piece that explores the theme of enchantment and the dangers of being enthralled by someone with an otherworldly allure. Hazel, the subject, is portrayed as a sorceress with an mesmerizing presence, whose gaze and smile can entrap the unwary, leading them down a path from which there is no return. The poem aims to capture the essence of this dark fantasy, weaving a narrative that is both captivating and unsettling.

Hazel made a deal to save her village from a plague. The Infernal power granted her the cure, but with a restraint: For every life she saved, she would forget one memory of warmth. She would remember how to heal, but forget how to love.