She then arrested me

The stranger told me many secret thoughts
I might have been a spy for  malign powers
She did come over as a  human fraught

She asked  me what provisions I had brought.
For what imagined journey did she lure?
The stranger told me strange yet  mournless thoughts

I told her I’d no fish ,for none would bite
As for frogs, my count was even fewer
She did  incense me,warmed by numbers fraught

She asked to see a  priest for the last  rites
Or for an editor whose work were pure
The stranger told me  free,once hidden, thoughts

On purity and  need ,she  said, it’s naught
Perhaps  for mystics,  0 is what allures
She did come over , take my arm and bite

As a child I loved to write  with chalk
But being bitten I cannot endure
The stranger gave me plans,handwritten, typed.

Will she get a chance to drop shells here
Or is it wise to fathom Southend Pier?
The stranger told me many  deviant thoughts
She  then  arrested me as well she might