In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance and play,
A wolf lurked in silence, watching his prey.
A girl walked alone, in the depths of the night,
Unaware of the danger, hidden from sight.
"Little girls should not wander," the wolf softly mused,
As he followed her steps, feeling subtly amused.
"So young and so vulnerable, in this dangerous land,
Tread softly, dear child, where danger may stand."
But little did he know, a twist lay in store,
As a hunter disguised, stepped forth to implore.
The wolf's eyes widened, fear sharp as a knife,
Staring down the barrel, the end of his strife.
The forest stood witness to a battle unspoken,
Where the hunter's deception left the wolf broken.
In the dance of deception, a lesson was learned,
Strength lies in silence, in shadows that churn.
Beware the facade of the seemingly meek,
For power may hide where the timid speak.
In the tapestry of night, where secrets unfurl,
The hunter becomes hunted, in this forest world.
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