Poem: Goblin

by Anthony W.

Mull it over in ten more years
I’ll answer your deepest fears.
For what reason to seek me out
In this eternal drought?
A trip of pleasure I assume?
Young fools, surely you jest
For me to follow your command.
I’ll let that one slide for I have plans
I grant your wishes in high demand.
A soul or a limb,
The second I recommend.
Your precious things I collect
I hope you get without regret.
I’ll collect you yet!
In ten years or so
Come one, come all,
I’ll take your soul.