Out Witted

She came upon the night, when moon was bright. An eerie form, so seductive, you know. Standing, in front with an amazing glow, She said, wishes granted for kiss so slight. Her beauty entranced me, first then contrite. Lustful kiss, gentle, wind began to blow. Before my eyes, changing, so very slow, This hideous creature, fangs set to bite. She never had me sign, contract for fee. Arms rose, she said, “Your wish is granted now“. Indeed scared, now, what would happen to me. Trembling, terrified, she started to growl. Selfless wish, a poet, no vanity. No claim to soul; I now write with new vow.