I lived content
In my kingdom there was
No pestilence but peace
When he ventured in
The Pied Piper returned
Casting his spell
With magic melody.

There was cheer
There was joy
Not an iota of ploy
I let go of caution
Rejoicing in presence
Believing in Eden.

He promised to inhabit
My being until, alas
Trance of flute 

was broken.

Out of tune 

He humbled

In clumsy fumble

He gathered the pieces 

Of worn out flute.

Trying to glue

With his eyes downcast

He offered lame excuse

And I -

Who'd wandered 

Under the charm,

Now hurt sore

As a bruise,

Turn away with a cry
No more

Questions to ask

Not even  - Why?