Love And Deceit III
By Abang Dove
The night was pitch black and ice cold,
With crickets crying real hard and so bold.
Riding Hood awoke to a blur sight,
And instantly she was in great fright,
A dwindling round but bright object with it's little diamond-like co inhabitants were high up in the sky,
The plain on which she lay was so muddy and had the stench of a sty.
The urge to itch and clear her vision became so strong,
An attempt to move her hands met an unbearable pain that badly stung.
Away in a nearby side bush, she heard voices in low tones,
Slowly and quietly she turned to that direction, and in pain she leaned on tired bones,
While straining her ears amidst the chirping noises of the nearby crickets,
Her eyes were focused so hard, she could notice her captors were thickset,
At once they began to approach, their large feet crushing dried and withered leaves.
In terror she pondered if she would live,
Right before her stood a beast she once thought a lover,
And just beside him stood another so ugly she wished he had a facial cover.
Together they plotted her end,
And to survive, Riding Hood had no choice but to bend.
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