Autumn’s last memory fades
Oak crumples under feet
Red leather jacket snuggles she
Against winter’s first white kiss
She found a sleeping car
With holes so it could breathe
Red sprinkles on the glass
Black hair slain across the seat

She was walking in the woods,
But now she’s running…to get away

Meanwhile through the woodland
He scrapes the leaves from his shoe
Red molasses sticks and leaves and bit of skull
Squired out from the axe holes
Twigs Snapping through the mist
Prey Mary guides her home
Their eyes meet, this is love,
Until death yee shall part, which will be soon…but not quick

He was walking in the woods,
But now he’s running…after you

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