A statue Carved from wood Intricately detailed There it stood A figure The fairy king Or so I thought And then the apparition came Blood and bones The statues clone His back was turned Over his shoulder To me he beckoned Come follow me Spell-bound focused Just like those kids from Hamlin I followed him freely Intrigued to learn What message he had For me he'd come In a street Wide and open Conjured inside His imagination The devilish man Smiled sweetly "Don't expect..." He said to me "That luck is free to gather" "Don't expect such fortitude" "You must pay for luck, my fellow" With that he motioned me to come closer And in his fingers  Dangled A small rectangular Sliver of silver In its middle A gem of stone Sparkling, shining Light cast, thrown He placed this prize into my hand Winking as he did I was aghast "Quite soon..." He said "You...