Sunday, August 30, 2015

The Wolf

The wolf is at her door
Shh he’s there to implore
Come here my little pet
Your fate with me is set

She sidles over to the beast
Is she going to be his feast?
She sighs waiting for a blow
But he approaches her so slow

“Little red I need to be fed,”
He tells her, “Now get to bed”
“Remove your cape
Accept your fate”

“Become my faithful mate”
She plays the game
Of give and take
The wolf she heard is quite a rake.

But once to bed
Her pleasures she is fed
The Wolf now so bold
Yes for her he has that hold

The Wolf is at her door
And will be hers forever more
Her color so bold and red
Alive and not yet dead


Ethan Radcliff

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