04-21-2015, 11:54 AM
A stranger in the woods
Thoughtless, a child in meadows wild
(Mild is the sun, and dark the glade.)
strays from the path, enrapt, beguiled,
she bares her throat, no thought of blade.
Fearing no harm from stranger’s arm,
seduced by his smile, the wiles displayed,
seeking no more than friendship’s charm
she bares her throat. He bears a blade.
He picks black flowers for her crown,
drowning her light in deepening shade,
plays with her long hair, lets it down.
He bares her throat, presents the blade.
The new moon rises, its veil arrayed.
Her throat is bare but for the blade.
Thoughtless, a child in meadows wild
(Mild is the sun, and dark the glade.)
strays from the path, enrapt, beguiled,
she bares her throat, no thought of blade.
Fearing no harm from stranger’s arm,
seduced by his smile, the wiles displayed,
seeking no more than friendship’s charm
she bares her throat. He bears a blade.
He picks black flowers for her crown,
drowning her light in deepening shade,
plays with her long hair, lets it down.
He bares her throat, presents the blade.
The new moon rises, its veil arrayed.
Her throat is bare but for the blade.