Once there was a rabbit, soft and swift,
Who wandered into the forest mist.
The trees whispered secrets, low and sweet,
Promising love at the wolf's feet.
The rabbit, naïve, followed the sound,
Hoping warmth and love he had found.
But the wolf, with eyes both cold and bright,
Laid a trap in the dark of night.
With gentle words and tender care,
The wolf bound the rabbit in love's snare.
The rabbit danced, his heart alight,
Unaware of the danger, hidden in plain sight.
For love was laced with something deep,
A poison in each kiss, so sweet.
The rabbit's legs grew heavy, slow,
Yet still, he followed wherever the wolf would go.
The forest darkened, shadows grew,
The rabbit's world became askew.
No longer swift, no longer free,
His heart now chained, though he couldn't see.
Once there was a rabbit, trapped and still,
Bound by love and the wolf's will.
He begged for warmth, for the wolf's embrace,
While deeper into the darkness he'd trace.
The wolf watched, cold and calm,
As the rabbit struggled in love's balm.
And though the rabbit cried for release,
The wolf just whispered, "Find your peace."
Once there was a rabbit, caught in the flood,
A river of love turned to liquid blood.
And though the rabbit wished to be free,
The wolf smiled, for now, he held the key.