The rundown trader.

I lingered at the souk,

Waiting to barter.

Not many goods in my basket,

Just a few antiques.

You came , a rich merchant,

with your pockets full,

Of gold that silenced,

Demons and men alike.

Eager you seemed,

Briefly, I believe.

I became enamored,

With the gold or you?

Could be both!

On closer inspection,

With fascination diminished,

You took off,

In another direction,

Realizing my vendible were...

Indeed relics,

To the other side,

Of the souk, for

Shinier newer certainly .

I chased after,

Pleading and imploring,

For your bargain.

My eyes craved,

Your assets,

They weren't ordinary,

Remarkable gold easily.

Briskly you walked,

In pursuit, I stumbled ,

on the pavers,

Fell to and wounded,

The shins and the wares.

You turned once,

Pitied and threw a pence,

And off you went,

Your way...

I lay with a broken basket,

And a pence!