A Penchant For Folly
Down along the Withywindle
I found a stranger wandering
But was not lost.
He seemed to know his way.
He told exotic tales
Of beasts that fed upon words,
Dragons that coiled around
Every map’s ragged border
Lost in unknowns.
They would eat my bones
And monsters that would
Devour me whole.
Seeing my penchant for folly,
He warned me off
And tried to steer me to safer ways.
He spoke of tricky traps and
Sneaky snares
Hidden amongst so many pretty things
That tempt the unwary
And likely to devour me
And steal my purse.
I waved him off,
So confident was I
In what I had to say,
I determined to enter the Dark Forest.
But what if I should not return?
Nothing ventured
Nothing gained.
So I ventured on
Just to see
What might be gained.