David Hendricks Poet I do not know?

Red Riding In the Hood

The woods hissed and sn*ggered but weren't without their charms 
A ghostly silloette in the distance like a girl without her arms 
A floating figure, lifted as if hung down from yarn, puppet like 
Blocked out some light as the moon rose into sudden night 
A puddle, suprized by the kick of life it was given
Dived over the crimson clothing of a passer by 
Not batting an eye the shadow glides an leaps in wind 
Approaching a tree supporting a corpse beneath its limbs 
The breeze's secretive so it seems the bodies breathin' sings 
Arrived. A cloak hides its features, a bag opens, it reaches in 
Still speachless in the shower, yet no wet words to greet us 
Though now a mouths visible behind work of an expert seemstress
Wild weather beats the woodland creatures deep undercover
All but two inhabitants, the hooded one.. & one other 
Our second stood, furred thickly, big teeth in a brown jaw 
Having difficulty reading, vision blurred by the downpour
Lit by light the town brought, a poster was just clear enough 
''Assassin Wanted! If you catch the killer, fear you should
For finding this foe will bring, not tears, but blood
And a reward of 10 g's for anyone, police.. even Robin Hood'
The final statement sent shivers up his spine, an how then? 
The King hated Robin, and the Queen signed the announcement
Heart poundin' at the thought of ten big ones he couldn't wait for
The character reread the paper, rapid fast.. just to make sure
Sure enough the word was good, but the woods weren't silent
A twig broke, someone close quitely worked beside him
The tree sustaining the message had been blocking them from view
The otherside was a hooded person, white stockings an gloves on too
The hood moved......and the disguise unravelled
It was Red Riding Hood picking mushrooms the size of apples

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Michael Whatley August 29, 2019 at 4:45 AM Capturing the essence of the spiral into darkness, your words ring deep, Sarah!

Michael Whatley August 29, 2019 at 3:53 AM The form is Narrative, David, and this is an excellent one! It was engaging and a pleasure to read, setting the scene well and even including some lovely personification like "A puddle, suprized by the kick of life it was given". A Fav from me!