Twisting, turning,
Never learning.
Dancing for the piper,
Misleading is that deadly viper.
Follow him, follow him,
Over the razor sharp rim.
Don't look down,
Just concentrate or you might drown.
Fumble, stumble,
Catch yourself or you're in trouble.
Too late - you're caught,
Too strong to be faught.
Your heart is lost in his cruel clutches,
Too far gone for more than feeble punches.
Pay the toll,
Gone is your sense of whole.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Scarlatan, in the year 642 AF.