A lost child
Enters his forest
Drawn on
By lantern light
By hope of warmth
She encounters
The devil himself
A beastly form
Worn and torn
Snarling
Alone
Timidly
She approaches
Extends a small
Soft hand
He twitches
Turns
His eyes flare
And burn
But the child
Does not shy away
She instead
Caresses
His pelt
Meets his gaze
Selflessly
Welcoming
Her death
In the
Lantern light
Of his eyes