An oceanic gash in our fair maiden's rib,
It was torn from each side to side.
"Now then, my sweet, let's have a quick look
At the things you've been trying to hide!"
His snout shivered and quivered,
And thithered and withered,
And all sorts of things I'd never seen!
"A broken heart here, a few beatings there,
Just look at them shimmer and gleam!"
He parted his lips with the tip of his tongue.
Just look at it dip in and out.
"There's no hope for you, you're worn through and through!
Nearly empty, that's without a doubt!"
The maiden, who through this whole time was just watching
The wolf as he sniffed, licked and leered,
"Just take what you want," she idly spoke,
"My past makes me strong, not impared."
The Wolf faltered. He had never before eaten
A girl of such courage and strength.
Then on closer inspection, as he probed her whole spectrum,
From her torn toes to her battered face,
Looked into her eyes, that were of the grey kind,
And saw she was utterly blind.
You look at her now. No, much deeper you go,
Beyond that diamond facade.
Examine the rock, as I and Wolfie do now,
And you'll see, she is not all that hard.
Of a softer geology, is made our fair maid.
Out of diamonds you cannot make blood.
This oak with strong roots does not see her own scars.
In fact, she is all in her head.