Random-Little Red Wandering deep into the woods, Not knowing where they stood, The path etched in the ground, Was no where to be found. Light sprinkled through the trees, With rustling, whispering leaves. Falling deeper into the wild, Noisy and lost like a child. Becoming further ensared, Locked in a trance, a blank stare. The woods live with a disguise, Years of growth made them wise. Creating shadows that linger, They must outrun the danger, Only one did suceed, Ordained in red but never did bleed. Run from the wolf and survive, Swoop and dive, Remain alive.
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