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Monday, September 19

Beguiled



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:

Mugen said...

I wonder why the pied piper had turned you into a serpent? :D

Tess Kincaid said...

I really like "almost swept us on our feet"...nice...unexpected...

Brian Miller said...

dark magic that...def see thetemptation and ohthe times we play with fire....nice write...

Nate said...

@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! :)

The Cello Strings said...

smart.

well done.

:)

Nate said...

@The Cello Strings: thank you! :)

Stafford Ray said...

So you were turned into a serpent!
You were betrayed by "flowery words
A lethal mix, indeed".

Nate said...

@Stafford Ray: hahaha.. :)

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