The Runaway

On this dark and chilly night,
When the moon cannot be found,
Let us come closer to the flickering light,
To hear the story that starts with a pound.

As you lay in bed on a night such as this,
There will be a knock on your door.
You will see the girl in a white gown, a girl you can't miss,
As with a soft smile, for a place to sleep she'll implore.

When you ask the mysterious girl for her name,
There are only four words that she will say,
In a voice that seems to hold some shame,
"I am The Runaway".

Now, she will bring only good luck and joy,
If you do choose to let her in,
But some think it is a part of her ploy,
For in the end, you never win.

With this good fortune, comes an awful thing,
Though many people notice far too late,
The evil poison that the girl of luck did bring,
As greed begins to control their fate.

And once greed has consumed the home,
The girl disappears, just like that.
Once again, through towns she'll roam,
Leaving no trace of where she had once sat.

She bears no ill will is what some concur,
Though her gift always leads to pain,
For her gift gives luck to others, not her,
So she, herself, will never gain.

But, until the night when you hear a knock,
And the girl is standing in front of you,
This story will probably be one that you mock,
That is, till the day when you learn it was true...