Tempt me not!
For you, just don’t know
How much evil, I can become

I am, a desperate man
Without love’s lust, but
In lust for love, I am
                              
I am so sad and all alone
With a remembrance haunting
I have become, the hermit

Lost in his own cave
A troll if you will, awaiting to bop
Some unaware female, passing by

The scent of such, a fair girl
It makes my eyes water
Just to think, like that

I  would be, lucky enough
That she, would dare come
Near to my reach

The heart of a troll
Is it not, but a stone?
Yet in, this Charlatan’s chest

It is a crazed moth
In search of a flame
Seed my desires

If you dare, pass not to close
Or your lights will go out
And when you awake

Mine, you’ll forever be
You will be
Mine!

 
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man