RED

The wind whipped violently that morning.

The sky a blustery black - forewarning.

Red left home with cakes and wine,

Hoping to get to grandmother's on time.

She started along the well worn path -

Not expecting to meet with ~Bad-Wolf's-Wrath~

Keeping her eyes ahead and temptation at bay,

She noticed a flower which led her astray...

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Time was lost within the wood...

Then Red ran to grandmother's - like she should.

Surprise and worried she became,

When noticing the door off it's frame.

She ran inside and up the stairs,

The Wolf was waiting; Red unaware.

She pulled back the curtain

"Grandmother?.." Red asked uncertain.

Growl - Growl - Grin

Bad Wolf smiled in SIN.

Red backed up in fright -

But the Wolf... he gripped her tight.

Beware, beware on darkest days,

When wanting to go in the woods and play.

The Wolf may be hiding around the bend;

To take you away to his dark, wolf, den.