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The Little Wolf and The Red Cap
Contributed by
mick
on
Friday, 5th April 2013 @ 06:47:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
mythology
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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.
Copyright ©
mick
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2013-04-05 18:47:32] (Date/Time posted on
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