ANGRY BEAR

They call me the wild road, for my name was Eliaday, why they call me, yes, I do not know, for my name was Eliaday. From the first day I saw her, I knew she was the one, she stared in my eyes and smiled, her lips were the colors of the roses, that grew down the river all bloody and wild. When he knocked on my door and entered the room, my trembling subsided in his sure embrace.