Sir Hugsalotl

His smile fair as spring, as towards him he draws you,

His tongue sharp and silvery, as he implores you,

Your wishes he grants, as he swears to adore you,

Gold, silver, jewels - he lays riches before you,

Dues need be repaid, and he will come for you,

All to reclaim, no smile to console you,

He'll snare you in bonds, eyes glowin' afire,

To gore and torment you til the stars expire.