Blindfolded they led me
Through dark twists and turns
Into their secret lair,
There, the blindfold removed
In candles dim light,
I could only stare.
Who were these people
With masks so strange,
And bat's nests in their hair?
Why have they bound me
In ropes of silk
And led me helplessly here?
The League of Poets
They call themselves,
“We’re here to help,” they say,
“Newbie poets,
Oldies too, a muse
Lost along the way;
Their works of poetry
We’ll review, and
Give awards away.
We love to read
Poetry, we love to write,
We love the neat buffet.”
“Oh, let me go,
Please be kind,
I need the light of day;
I’ll do anything
you ask, I’ll send
gift points someday.”
Their attention I
Had captured, My
Bonds they quickly loosed.
I took one last look
Around, and from their
Lair I vamoosed.
Will you join them
In their lair?
Its up to you to choose.
Written March 10th, 2006 for the League of Poets Theme Contest
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