I laugh at the folly of man
I scorn their very existence
Their only value being the relief of starvation
The ever present maiden of torture and despair
I revel in the destruction of innocence
I bathe in the blood of the ignorant
Young girls are my delicacy of choice
Especially ones who foolishly fall
For my fabricated roguish charm
Oh, the folly of youth
Red capes torment my hours of rest
No peace is to be found
That small, vibrant form haunts my dreams
A temptation to rival that of Eve's demise
My craving will be sated by no other
Her next trip to visit the old one will be her last
Beneath golden curls innocence shines
Through azure panes deception resonates
My strength lay in what remains hidden
Surprise is my champion, my savior from the dark
I feel his gaze upon me
The unsettling stare follows me through ancient pines
Silent, biding his time
I know my hour has nearly come
Let him bask in his ill-perceived superiority
I will enjoy tearing down the walls of his reality
I can sense her approach
The taste of sweet ambrosia mere minutes from my waiting maw
My heart quickens in anticipation
I feel his eyes upon me
Drinking in my form with perverse lust
I can only carry on
The cogs have been set into motion
Pink lips twitch in amusement
Come what may
Let it be known that I fight to win
Decisively
Mother always scolded me for toying with my prey
But I cannot resist
The game is my nectar, my bliss
White moves first, let the match commence
A man in black leans against an elm
Hat tipped forward, one knee bent
I deliberate silently, then step forward
Voice a greeting and await my fate
An angel's face looms before me
But her gaze is cruel and calculating
And for a moment I know fear
We chat and I propose a contest
A race through the bramble and brush
Lips quirk to a smile that fails to reach cold eyes
She voices her agreement, then spins on her heel
Abruptly beginning our unconventional battle of wills
Speeding through ancient pines
Limbs entangling in the underbrush
She tarries not at the flowers
Nor at the bubbling brook
I begin to wonder if she is the sheep
Or a she-wolf in disguise
The cabin appears in the distance
A welcoming structure amidst the darkness
The fire glows through frosted panes
The snow before it untouched by foot or paw
Grandmother rocks before the blaze
Content with her quiet solitude
No troubles to disturb her well-earned peace
A knock at the door sounds
She inquires as to her guest's identity
And calls for them to enter with a smile
A/N: Thanks for reading! Reviews would be very much appreciated, since this is my first ever story :) If anyone could tell me how to insert spaces between stanzas that would be great. Criticism please!