The sonnet of enticement.
A faint breath of a familiar haunting
Song caressed my ears,
I tried to follow it, and catch the
goblin. Lying in wait.
right beside the trap he laid.
Strumming a lute, his companions, whispering
a flute.
They danced a jig.
An enticing one, I fancy.
Not far away, a rancid broth.
Frothing and bubbling.
Their musical spell, tickling
and shoving me ever so closely.
Gleefully I wish to indulge.
To gorge my gullet. Full to the brim
of their fanciful bowl
of brew, a slew a mix
of something so good and new.
But alas, I know the goods they peddle
the game I will not meddle upon.
Could never be something so good and
new.
Something old and foul, rancid, a serpent
lying placid.
Until his time to strike
his acid poison.
poised in wait.
Wallowing lazily.
The air grows dim, my eyes hazy.
My understanding, thin, my mind spacy.
Soon I will not fend. Against them.
I will give 3 pence, all my
expense.
To hear their song
it won't be long...
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