Poem: Beg and Plead

You beg and you plead,
until you are withered with greed.
You've hushed and you've seethed,
until you can no longer breath.

You stop.
He stands.
You sit.
He falls.

The crinkled cackle calls your candy coloured heart
but slowly swiftly smoothly silently you start
back bones broken by big bad wolves.

What big teeth? What big eyes? What a great big smile?

But you're not red because of your hood.
Don't try and play misunderstood.

You take away what you are denied,
but with me you must go and hide.
You may stand up high,
but I can fly way up in the sky...

and now I can no longer hear your lies.