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?