Forbidden Sustenance

A man on a pier

The wind blowing strong

The sun just setting

In the summertime



He spots a poor man,

Trying in vain,

To tie his little boat

On to the dock to stay



He lends him a hand

The man gladly accepts

And offers a reward

If he should go with him



Hesitation secedes

To curiosity

The man climbs in

And they sail off to sea



Three days at sea

No food at all

The man sat there

And stared at the sky



Demonic power

Overwhelming desire

It just turns out

He brought him for supper