Out Of The Frying Pan Poem by Dominic Isaia

I heard her footsteps
I heard her whisper
I followed her down
I wanted to kiss her

She smiled and said
Welcome to my land
Let me show you around
Here take my hand

In case you're wondering
About the chill in your toes
There were only two of us
Yet three shadows

Welcome to my land She said
This is my king
He reached out to touch me
I can feel his sting

This is your end
Declared the man
I should've stayed
in my frying pan