Delicious Delights
Frought with terrible Frights
Giving my heart a horrible start,
On this starless night.

Mysterious sirs,
Bearing wonderous furs,
Looking at me, plain to see,
Moving in blurs.

What may I do?
What might ensue?
They, whom I vanquish in all of my anguish,
I can undo.

Fears are faced,
Dastardly Dangers erased.
As if I, giving it a try,
Laid them all to waste.