What she wants of You

This is a poem about a Wolf's pursuit of an innocent girl, as she slowly sends herself int a place of no return.

When alone in lilting tones,
she whispers, Ha I'm fine
A tear stained hand, grasps a hold of a red hood...

The crows fly about
interchangeably removing light from the dead wood,
Snow falls
compacting and building upon the cold

And yet, the world continues to spin...

Though young, and bright-eye'd
She laughs and twirls...

In lilting tones, She whispers I'm fine.

So, A far I sit,
watching her her twirl...
My muzzle stained red,
turns new snow-fall pink,

And yet, with yellow'd eyes
I watch from a far,
her tear stained hand grasps at red.

I bear my fangs, and burrow my claws,
waiting ever so patiently 

for the murder to fall.

Sweet bird song, echos not here
but, violently reverberates within this wood of dead.

Sweet red, when shall I have you next?

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Writing in lovely murder, red & innocent, I find a woe pleasingly so.

Regards,
Al

[songstress]

I'm glad to hear from you again. Thank you for reading more of my poems.