The red writhing hood
14 August 2015
In the woods she strays
Flowers bloom in every place
Sun goads her deeper
A clearing sits well
In midst of mind’s dark thickets
As sun’s rays lessen
Flashing teeth bore hard
Into mind bewitched by stars
What an ad venture!
Reality strikes
Talking into the wrong strides
As footsteps recede
Its breath came noisy
Now lurking in the darkness
Old foe sat quiet
The red writhing hood
Would have to defeat again
A new big bad wolf
Silver metal shone
Whose blood was it now that pearled
Upon naked flesh?
Grey daylight broke bond
Metamorphosis flamed skin
Consumed as ashes
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