The dark enchantress of my dreams
calls me, each night, in her soft voice
and traps me with her tender schemes.
The dark enchantress of my dreams
is never satisfied it seems;
she offers me no other choice.
The dark enchantress of my dreams
calls me, each night, in her soft voice.
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Form: Write a Triolet poem. Written in iambic tetrameter.
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