The Enchantress In Alluring Poem by Bud Taylor

Charming apothecary did meet
leading a super-team care in deeds
Lady fine and fair from far off grove
wayward Knight for remedy rowed

"I'm trapped." she whispered. Bars unseen perhaps?
There's a rap in trap, 'I say'
rap three times on the window pane
free in mind you will attain, and
Omelas' basement walk away

Stroll to woods park we strove
lovely hike spit of land daring dream't in tow
sharing an apple bench by the Sea
saved, a single glance the Enchantress in Alluring, be