Wood panelled, an important meeting
A crimson coat hung outside the door
Could it be yours? My heart was beating
A hunter's role is assigned to me
I waited outside, as I always had
It is unfair, my villanous history
For I am mad, I am not merely bad
This time, you did not turn or take flight
We talked, calmly. We had left the wood
I miss it so much, stalking you, at night
Your eyes widening – Little Red Riding Hood
Our lives are not long. I miss them, creeping through
Your heart moving beneath mine, hunting you
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