the gnome and the mist

There stood a snubby cottage, inside a tiny vale, where a wizened little gnome lived, and collected mist for sale.

At the bottom of the waterfall, which roared and roiled so loud, the mists glowed in the moonlight, a silver twinkling cloud

The miniature man in his pointed hat would catch them in a net, for the Witch that came on tuesdays to help pay down his debt

In her potions and in her brews the mists would go to use, the little man had sipped one once, it’s purpose to seduce

She would not look his way, but she would be his life! To the Witch he pledged his all, sweet Lynn would be his wife!

In his vale she danced for joy with flowers for her crown, but everything it has a price, she slipped in the falls and drown.

Inside the tiny vale, there was a wizened little gnome, who owed a Witch the mists forever, in payment for his soul.