Chasing Youth
Running, chasing, their youth on display,
Through the side of town where grasses play,
Wind whips their hair, refreshing their day,
Nature's embrace, a moment to stay.
Viggo, a boy of thirteen, dressed in black,
His gray shorts above his knees, a fashion attack,
Brown hair shines like a star, the sun's bright back,
A rebel, a friend, with humor on the track.
"Please, just stop," Red begs, tired face,
As he catches his breath in this frantic chase,
Sweating like hell, in his orange jacket's embrace,
He hides his youth, a disguise in place.
Running in circles, Red tries to catch,
But Viggo holds onto something that's attached,
The wind plays with their hair, a natural match,
Heat warms the afternoon, time to detach.
Playing, teasing, fatigue fills their bones,
Worn out, Red sits on the ground, as heat hones,
Viggo stands, leaning on his knees, as he groans,
Catching his breath, as he tries to condone.
Shrinking eyes gaze at Red, "You give up?"
Mouth catches breath, not aware, Red smirks abrupt,
He jumps at Viggo, as he hugs his stomach with a thump,
Surprised, Viggo falls, his face abrupt.
A thud, Viggo lies, Red lies on him, reaches for his hand,
Right hand of Viggo's, Red opens with demand,
"No," Viggo exclaims, as he feels the loss expand,
But Red doesn't give up, as he opens the hand.
A reddish gem, small and bright, appears,
Red stands up, Viggo too, shaking off the dirt with tears,
"Look what you've done," Viggo says with sneers,
Red chuckles, as Viggo still smiles with cheers.
"Let's just go home," Viggo stands, with a glare,
Red glances at the gem, observing with an intense stare,
"That's enough," Viggo takes it back, aware,
As he runs towards town, Red shouts with a dare.
Viggo laughs as he runs, waving the gem in his hand,
Red chases, frustrated, annoyed with his demand,
Feeling defeated, as he can't catch this boy, so grand,
Racing, chasing, their youth on display, so unplanned.
Viggo stops, in front of a two-story brown door,
A rock, a house, their youth and innocence in store,
Red groans, it's his house, as they enter, forevermore,
Rambled inside, their youth, a memory to adore.
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