16 06 2008

I actually don’t like this one at all. It kept getting muddled and I kept having to make compromises, and I didn’t care enough about it to cut where I should have. Nevertheless, I’m putting it up here for my benefit, hoping to fix it someday. Or not.

– – –

Crouching in fear as the leaves crack

Only by hiding can she survive

Once seen by him she must go back

She has vowed not to return alive.

Coiled legs prepare to spring up

His breath penetrates this hallowed ground

Seeking to end her, most abrupt

To show her death’s mysteries profound.

Shall some saviour appear? Shall none?

Unless one does she is undone.

The grey-black beast him overcomes;

Saved from death by death’s old son.

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