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Little Black Riding Hood - Part2
Wolves:
“See Little Miss Lollyhood
by the edge of our Forestwood
trying to find her way
hoping for a path
to home her out atlast
soon there will be no rhyme
for her nursery here today...”
pitter and patter
dog and bad matters
sniffing the hair of a she
found by the fork
hiding from all
waiting for morning to greet
Wolves:
“come with us
and we will show you
a thing or two or three
dont be afraid
we were once like thee
but the witches have changed us you see”
RidingHood:
“ I’m not sure if I should
good sirs,
but what if I could
good sirs,
find the right track
to grannies’ old shack
I’ll surely be safe at hers’?! ”
Wolves:
“a gift awaits you miss
if you turn and follow this:
glyphs of the planets
sulphur, saltpetre and signs
hermetical heir
on quicksilver air
fur and fortune be your guide...”
so she followed them there
to a place that was bare
by a dark & deepening den
they gathered around her
and chanted the louder
the wolves of this forest
that once were travelling men;
(Conversion)
Wolves:
“... let there be snout
mote there be pricking of ears,
tooth to canine and tail,
yellow balsamic
eyes are dynamic
red to black
Fenris bitch we in-hail...”
(Epilogue)
...bread and crumbs
by grandmas’ cottage
chocolate, ginger and tea
pointy black hat
with broomsticks and that
nursing the wolves on her knee.......
“See Little Miss Lollyhood
by the edge of our Forestwood
trying to find her way
hoping for a path
to home her out atlast
soon there will be no rhyme
for her nursery here today...”
pitter and patter
dog and bad matters
sniffing the hair of a she
found by the fork
hiding from all
waiting for morning to greet
Wolves:
“come with us
and we will show you
a thing or two or three
dont be afraid
we were once like thee
but the witches have changed us you see”
RidingHood:
“ I’m not sure if I should
good sirs,
but what if I could
good sirs,
find the right track
to grannies’ old shack
I’ll surely be safe at hers’?! ”
Wolves:
“a gift awaits you miss
if you turn and follow this:
glyphs of the planets
sulphur, saltpetre and signs
hermetical heir
on quicksilver air
fur and fortune be your guide...”
so she followed them there
to a place that was bare
by a dark & deepening den
they gathered around her
and chanted the louder
the wolves of this forest
that once were travelling men;
(Conversion)
Wolves:
“... let there be snout
mote there be pricking of ears,
tooth to canine and tail,
yellow balsamic
eyes are dynamic
red to black
Fenris bitch we in-hail...”
(Epilogue)
...bread and crumbs
by grandmas’ cottage
chocolate, ginger and tea
pointy black hat
with broomsticks and that
nursing the wolves on her knee.......
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