wolf

he chased her through the mist and fog
and found her perched on a ledge
draped in white with scarves of red
she was every song he ever heard
and all the poems he wished he read
her eyes glistened with something
bordering on passion
she ran toward the icy rocks ahead
but when he followed to the peak
he found only a wolf resting
on a bed of roses

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