Into the Woods

A young girl stepped into the woods,

Full of youth,

And innocence.

As she hummed a sweet tune,

Eyes tracked her every move,

Primal and raw.

The wolf had found his prey,

But would he fall to his instincts?

She was beautiful,

Sweet as a rose,

Pure as a dove's wing,

Hiding under a blood-red hood.

But he, he was the opposite.

He was cruel,

Only acting on instincts,

Not caring,

He was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

He couldn't love her,

He shouldn't even look at her,

He would only taint her,

Fold the innocent beauty into darkness.

But, under those ringing warnings, her light was too bright,

Her smile called to him,

Her lips begged him to touch them.

Under a full moon,

One night only,

The wolf felt loved.

The young girl knew,

Of womanhood,

And caring from a male.

In the end, however,

Their love was doomed,

Marked with her blood tainting his shaking paws.