Tainted

Under lore of the Snow Moon,

I wandered Goblin Market

ensconced in such a baleful wood.

Ghosts and ghouls of every ilk

pitched their pretty poisons

with much seductive appeal.

Yet, the one I sought

was not to be found

at either stand or stall.

Neither bribe nor promise

could conjure the toxic tonic

I feverishly required.

They had never heard of you.