Little Red Riding hood

That quiet girl

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.



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Comments2

  • tallisman

    Darn, I thought she would beat the wolf! Super write TQG !

  • jarcher54

    A fine retelling of the story... the sacrifice to the wolves is a brilliant, intense touch! Turns a slightly trivial tale into a deeply mysterious myth!



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