he always desires the gentle way,
and hobgoblins delight in the choosing.
for they know the path leads
through overgrown green fields
spotted with wild flowers.
on occasion he stumbles upon
another traveler and nods his head
in unison, a pained greeting disrupted
by the uncomfortable sound of feet
trudging through thick grass.
at the end, he finds himself
a fatted calf awaiting the slaughter.