His sweetness is matched
With flowery words
A lethal mix, indeed
Both of us gave in,
The dalliance went on
Almost swept us on our feet
He told me this
He told me that
His aspirations and his dream
He, then, flicked fire
To which I played
Then I flickered back to him
And on he played
With his flute of gold
To lure me inside his fort
Woe to me
I was ensnared
No, I was enamored
To the harmonies he played
I was spellbound
And to his charms I bent
Alas, it was what he turned me into
A creature that slithers
A serpent
~my entry for Magpie Tales
*photo credit:
The Snake Charmer by Henri Rousseau, 1907
Courtesy of Tess Kincaid
8 comments:
I wonder why the pied piper had turned you into a serpent? :D
I really like "almost swept us on our feet"...nice...unexpected...
dark magic that...def see thetemptation and ohthe times we play with fire....nice write...
@kuya joms: connect the dots, kuya.. kaya mo yan! :)
@Tess: thanks for your comment! :)
@Brian: yup.. dark magic.. temptation.. fire.. thanks for reading and leaving a comment! :)
smart.
well done.
:)
@The Cello Strings: thank you! :)
So you were turned into a serpent!
You were betrayed by "flowery words
A lethal mix, indeed".
@Stafford Ray: hahaha.. :)
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