Little Red

Behind her was a flowing red mist
Little red riding hood, I blew her a kiss

She wandered ever onward
To the woods that one day
Never minding the feral beast in the gray

 Sullen and lonely I too had not spoken
 But I knew she as well was defeated and broken

Something tragic befell both her and her elder
But I stood in the woods with nothing to tell her

It is true, that fate is a thing both set and awry.
We were both in the woods 
Together
But separate we died.

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