Wicked Woods

Today I turn 31 years old. What better way to celebrate than to write? I chose the villanelle format for its haunting effect.   

 

The forest beckons and she can’t resist.

Treading barefoot over damp moss and stone,

Sighing with the trees, wandering through mist.

 

Her fiery hair shall tangle and twist

As she travels through the darkness alone.

The forest beckons and she can’t resist.

 

Sharp brambles and gnarled branches persist.

Despite her cloak she is chilled to the bone,

Sighing with the trees, wandering through mist.

 

They say a hideous creature exists;

A beastly king who sits on his dark throne.

The forest beckons and she can’t resist.

 

What horrifying phantasm is this,

In these evil woods where dark seeds are sown?

Sighing with the trees, wandering through mist.

 

Before she left we shared a parting kiss.

Gone was the wildest girl I’ve ever known.

The forest beckons and she can’t resist

Sighing with the trees, wandering through mist.

BlackRidingHood

 

 

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