Do not listen to the girl in red
Her words will twist and give you dread
Like these woods that often led
Many to lie beneath flower beds
Do not take from her basket of sweets
The candy hides more tricks than treats
Your skin will serve as pickled meats
And your bones she'll grind with fresh beets
Do not follow her past the suns great rays
You'll find it will be the end of your days
When you fall to her wicked ways
And see where others before you now graze
Listen to the wolf
In silver and gray
He guides you home
If you're led astray
Listen to the wolf
Who grants you fruit
To sharpen the mind
And keeps you mute
Listen to the wolf
Who'll show you key
That lies to freedom
And safe from me
YOU ARE READING
Lavender
PoetryA compilation of poems I've written over the years with various themes.
