The Piper: A Poem That Tells The Tale Of Hamelin

The Piper: A Poem That Tells The Tale Of Hamelin

From out of shadows crept the night

that forced its will upon the streets

as voices drifted on the breeze

A swing would rock an empty seat

A buxom girl in loosened clothes

laughed as hands would paw her breasts

and as they fell on cobbled stones

he rummaged mongst her ruffled dress

Behind the doors the weak would pray

as children slept in hallowed rooms

and voices soothed and whispered psalms

as piper played his lilting tune

the rats would gather from the drains

and twitch their snouts at blackened fayre

but piper passed their gathering throng

and played a song that filed the air

doors were closed and bolted tight

and lovers fled to darkened homes

but children stirred and crept to see

from where the tune would gently flow

And from the windows out they climbed

as beds were left all soft and warm

they followed him beyond the bridge

and out of town and in to dawn

the wails were heard as mothers cried

at rooms where souls no longer slept

the village grieved the rats still played

as Hamelin cleared its final debt

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