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Back to childhood's end, it was after I had lost I noticed
She wanted no attention but always got mine.

As we stood in the clearing riding through time. Different verse, new rhyme, no reason.

As she pointed out my large features I came to know her by face. Sweet mid teens, learning life and love, death and hate, fiction and fate, we went into the forest. She made sure I noticed her, tangled in twigs, ripped stockings, torn blazer evidence against me. She was lost

But got there, our lair, not beware. No lesson tommorrow, no work. For what girl does not attract the wolf?

I still left in the dawn. For two years she didn't listen. Now the lumberjack is here, looking smug, saved the day, running the cold night away.

But now the Red Cap is here again, and the wolf will rise again. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 42 [informant] => mick [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mythology ) Your Poetry Dot Com - The Little Wolf and The Red Cap


The Little Wolf and The Red Cap
Date: Friday, 5th April 2013 @ 06:47:32 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: mick
At the gates I'll look back.
Back to childhood's end, it was after I had lost I noticed
She wanted no attention but always got mine.

As we stood in the clearing riding through time. Different verse, new rhyme, no reason.

As she pointed out my large features I came to know her by face. Sweet mid teens, learning life and love, death and hate, fiction and fate, we went into the forest. She made sure I noticed her, tangled in twigs, ripped stockings, torn blazer evidence against me. She was lost

But got there, our lair, not beware. No lesson tommorrow, no work. For what girl does not attract the wolf?

I still left in the dawn. For two years she didn't listen. Now the lumberjack is here, looking smug, saved the day, running the cold night away.

But now the Red Cap is here again, and the wolf will rise again.

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