In caverns bathed in moonlit dew,
Where whispers twist and secrets accrue,
A goblin girl, with mischief sly,
Emerges from the shadows nigh.
Her emerald eyes, like poisoned fire,
Reflect the darkness, burning higher.
Her laughter rings, a chilling chime,
A siren's call in goblin rhyme.
With fingers swift and sharp as knives,
She pilfers treasures, steals y…
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