In the pale moonlit darkness
Of souless night strolls one damsel
Lost in thoughts, in woods so wild.
Company of none, only the howling wind
And the grave silence of the midnight woods.
Walks the damsel singing her melancholous tunes.
Lurking among the unmoving trees
Stares a pair of malicious yellow eyes
At the forlorn damsel, invitingly alone!
Licking his tongue with lustful greed
Steps the wolf on her path with disguiseful art,
Talks he in whispering sweet tones.
Lures he, the damsel into false love
To feed his unsatiable filthy lust.
Maiming her purity and faith complete.
Realizing her folly, too late, she lies
Reduced in dignity to an impure
Carcass of him-the selfish wolf.
Wander not late, isolated in woods!
Beware the wolf,
Preying on lost damsels as you!
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