The Goblin's Carrion Crow.

[Hurst]

You followed the carrion crow
into the woods one day.
You did not mean to get so lost,
Did not mean to lose your way.

He leads you to a dank cave,
And your pulse skips a beat.
You ignore the warning of sense,
False courage stoping your retreat.

The goblins black sweat will stain your clothes
as they press you to their skin.
They’ll hum haunting lullaby’s
to try to lure you in.

Your senses tell you you must flee,
but your heart begins to drink,
and before long you’re dancing-
Unable to leave, unable to think.

They’ll snatch at your soul like hyenas
while making you fall in love.
They’ll catch you in their arms
as you’re falling from above.

I wonder if people will miss you,
I wonder if people will know,
That you, like me, fell victim,
To the goblins carrion crow.