A dark suffused blanket shrouded the land,
Leaf ragged mantle, dark numbing prism, spectral mote.
Trees, as far as the eye could see,
From mountains edge to horizons end,
Where the sun afflicted a smouldering kiss,
As it sank beneath light’s heavy burden,
And the darks somnolent balm crept out,
To chide the red cap bobbing down the path,
A bright numbing scarlet gash,
In the subtle gloaming weave.
© Greg Richards
Opening to my new Verse Tale, “Red Cap”, loosely based on Red Riding Hood, a Dark retelling of the Classic Tale.