Inhaling clogging dust, brushing grubby clothes,
the familiar twinkling, gently draws my eyes.
A perfect diamond, so pure, that glows.
Enticed, Infatuated, I move to pick my prize.
A moment later my reward is blocked,
cape and coat of a thin man sway,
as they hide my trophy, my efforts mocked.
He looks at me with a grin, and says,
"Good Sir, Good Sir, how are you?
What I offer sir, only a fool would refuse.
Not one, but four apple diamonds new,
the cost? One handshake! thats all! its true!"
Backstepping he thrusts the goods to my palms
and blocks an attempt to survey my original jewel,
perhaps these gems bear equal-a charm,
not accepting this deal would brand me a fool!
My first love now, a forgotten trinket,
so hesitantly I present a hand.
with a smirk and both palms he boldly shakes it
granting all diamonds, just as planned.
Clasping my spoils, I revel in their beauty,
the thin man turns and dissapears from sight
and Thats when it began to happen to me,
the treasure in my grasp blazes white.
Reduced to my knees, with a yelp of pain
I relinquish the fakes as they turn into dust
the burns on my hands tell of the shame.
Again I pick myself up; I must.
Inhaling clogging dust, brushing grubby clothes,
the familiar twinkling, gently draws my eyes...
Encounter him again I shall, although.
You can only fail, if you fail to try
