Temptation

Down the

twisting, moth-bitten path I trod

A twinkle in my eye

and a prance

in my stride.

Wherefore a silver, iron-clad portal stood in my midst,

Cool spots

of chipped rust peeking through,

I stepped forward with but a slight of foot.

And in my wake was a bronze-crusted chain-link barrier

Inseminating the air with the diffusing smells of burnt wood

Which I trip-trapped through with trepidation

At once a little flower girl

Caressed with curls and polka-dots

Stepped forward

to tug my hand from the road

With little affliction

did I let her

tear

me

away.

Down the straight

marble-glossed trail

I was dragged

to a sparkling manor

with walls aglow.

I watched obliviously

as the girl with a mimicking grin
vanished into the blackness.

The walls began

collapsing inwards

as I cried loud to no avail

Plunged into an inviting dark abyss

I suffered

for

my

temptation.