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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