Poetry

Woman of the wolves

He reached for her,
So near yet so far.

The beauty so fair,
A trait so rare.

He tried to approach,
But was revoked.

For she was forbidden,
unworthy of the curse kept hidden.

The trees so green,
The air so clean.

For she may not leave the forest,
Where she lay her heart the sorest.

For the curse decreed,
She may never leave.

She is bound to the trees and the flowers,
For the eternal hours.

So the man must watch from afar,
As she has been condemned almost like a scar.

Forever a part of the unblemished skin,
Just like a sin.

So he is added to the number of missed loves,
All captivated by the lonely woman of the wolves.