Little red riding hood was sent into the woods
Carrying a lovely basket of goods.
Now run along to grandmother’s, her mother said
Knowing that in an hour, she’d soon be dead.
For it was not a normal path little red took,
But a path you only hear about in a book.
It was a path to horror, a path to madness,
A path to terror, a path to sadness.
But little red riding hood did not know this,
She did not know that anything was amiss.
She did not know that every year, on the exact same date,
A child just like her was sent to meet the same fate.
A sacrifice to the wolves, was their excuse
A way to not break the truce
Hello, little red
The big bad wolf said
Before she could speak, there was a pool of red
Matching the cloak that fell over her head
And the whispers of the trees seemed to match her cries:
Lies! Lies! Lies! Lies!
So there she lay
Watching her life drain away
She couldn’t believe those who had raised her from the cradle
Had faced her with the worst betrayal
And with her sobs ringing in her ears,
She let her blood wash away her tears.