Through the woods (draft)

I see you standing there,

my friend, waiting to

observe the one in red

 

riding through the woods

on a stead of illusion.

She gallops confidently

 

without care, oblivious

to the thud of hooves

disturbing their den.

 

You wish to protect her,

but why should you

expend such energy

 

for one who will never

know and never care

of your existence?

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