The Wolf with A Rose

The Wolf with A Rose
By: Happiness

The night advanced and darkness spread across the horizon.

The wind howled as the forest came to life.

Yet; there it stood, under the shadows, ever so still.

Moonlight danced upon the thick canopy as if,

Taunting it. Mocking it.

The distant sound of wolves howling filled my ears.

Yet; there it stood, under the shadows, ever so still.

At first sight, I too only saw blackness

But then the slightest of twinkle midst it caught my eye.

Looking again I felt entranced.

Yet; there it stood, under the shadows, ever so still.

Mystified was I by those two mirrors. But then,

As though watching from afar, I saw myself walking towards them

Yet; there it stood, under the shadows, ever so still.

That flame, vicious as it was, drew me near

And I ignored the little scarlet near its mouth.

Yet; there it stood, under the shadows, ever so still.

Instantly I feel it. I feel the pain, the hunger within them.

Those eyes. Unfathomably broken.

Yet; there I stood, under the shadows, ever so still.

Completely dazed, I don't realize it has moved,

Until it stands before me. In all its glory.

Yet; there I stood, under the shadows, ever so still.

Just then I see it. A single rose. Ever so delicate.

An epitome of life's fragility.

Yet; there I stood, under the shadows, ever so still.

Suddenly without a sound, it turns around.

Heading back into the woods. Thought it looks at me,

One final time; standing beneath the Devil's Hand.

Yet; there I stood, under the shadows, ever so still.

Absolutely bewildered, I look at its final spot.

And there, lying upon the ground, I see the same scarlet delicacy.

Yet; there I stood, under the shadows, ever so still.

Left aghast was I, by the collateral beauty of it all.

Perplexed by the wolf with a rose?