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The bewitching hour of the night
The streets mysterious without lights
The moon hid his face
The goblins out to conquer the human race

The black clouds came rushing forth
And all those folk from their warm hearth
Came out attracted by the hum
The time for goblin market had come

Bright red and green vials
Black and gold watches with satanic dials
Thick lacquered boxes filled with lust
For good fortune buying it was a must

From the holy city of Byzantine they say
The wanton maiden said, if I may
Touched the multicoloured scarf of softest velvet
And picked up the vial of ominous jet

As she tasted the forbidden juice
From the sky with hopelessness looked on the muse
The maiden became crazed, her eyes so blue
It was her fall though she was true

The goblins merrily laughed
And up and down the pavement they pranced
The tender soul was tormented in hell
The vale overflowed with deadly smell

A little child came to her rescue
And the rain started as if on cue
He had a face of a lamb
To wash away sins and apply balm

He gently lifted her withering form
Through the heavy rain and black storm
He touched those lips so red
Hell receded, the night was dead

by- Tahera Mannan
Inspired by the poem,'Goblin Market' by Christina Rosetti

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