Le Cygne

Red

Oh the forest of trees, they whisper,

Calling out with shaking voices,

Young, you must repent your choices,

Oh theses meager, eager voices,

whisper, whisper, soon to disappear.

Forgoing warning, running, running,

"Oh the Darkness is surely coming."

Hastily, hastily through the trees,

Fear arise on a sinister breeze.

"Ma-ma, Ma-ma!" she calls through the gloom,

the red-winged bird is signaling doom,

Now perched just above the lingering gloom.

"Ma-ma, Ma-ma!" he mimics her call.

Cackle, cackle, caw, caw.

Cloak of blood red pulled tight overhead

Off like the wild wolves chase the white rabbit

"Dear me, have I become poor rabbit?" questioned she.

"And if I am she, what is he?"

Howls, howls, throughout the air

"I mustn't care, I mustn't care..."

He's close, she knows,

Feels his aura dark and menacing from her head to her toes.

"Ma-ma does not trust the wolves." she warns herself.

"My dear, my dear, but what of yourself?"

He stalks, prowls, begs at her feet;

He says he simply wants something to eat.

She throws him bread from the basket in hand,

Still hungry, he can't be sated by bread nor man.

"Shouldn't pick flowers, shouldn't have waited."

"But my dear, my dear, you're already fated."

Take flight Red deer, bob and weave,

The closeness of trees is your only reprieve.

Into the thicket, out of his clutch,

"Oh, I mustn't let him touch."

"My dear, my dear, it's time for lunch."

Take flight Red girl, hide and seek,

Don't even dare to take a peek

Darkness, darkness everywhere

He never only aimed to scare,

Champion of the game is he

Maybe this time it won't be she.

"Ma-ma, Ma-ma! The wolf! The wolf!"

"My dear, my dear what proof? What proof?"

She startles, stares

"But Ma-ma, from where?"

Take flight Red bird, without a word

Ma-ma is gone, no longer heard.

"My dear, my dear you should have learned."

Attack and subdue, her final adieu

Had he always planned on devouring you?

"My dear, my dear, all is through,

For I'll waste away if I don't have you."