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Der Ritter: A SonnetIt was there in that wood,
I should have never gone.
But believe me if I could,
I would not listen to his song.
The trees had me in their tender embrace,
And even though--so frightened--I stayed.
He revealed himself with such grace,
That in my horror, I was utterly dismayed.
His spidery fingers caressed my jaw,
And I entranced, was able to cease my fear.
Even though he had no maw,
Whispered so only I could hear:
It is strange that you do not flee, in the presence of a creature like me.
UnafraidMy grandmother was German. When I was a kid and would come over for the weekends, she would always share these fascinating stories that I would listen to with wide eyes and a curious mind. We went through the usual stories that kids know—Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, and Rapunzel.
When we'd exhausted almost every tale that the Grimm Brothers wrote, I'd grown up a little. I was now in my early teens, and still spent time with her. Handing me a plateful of freshly-baked cookies and a large glass of milk, she would always smile and chuckle at my innocence.
I looked at the portrait of her and my grandfather for the fifth time on the
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