Slender and silent
he approached the frame.
They knew what not to call him,
but he did appear tame.
But soon he was forgotten,
left without a name,
in the shadows of the seamstresses
he decided to end the game.
Claws and fangs and fur like a crow’s plume
crept behind the spinning two, and unleashed their doom.
“I’m afraid, I don’t understand.”
“Fool! Those two with molten hair– too late–
did not deduce the faults in what they spun.
And when they turned their backs,
he was no beast, but a man. And that man had won.”
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