The red hood

Red hoodie on top of my head

My heart is racing its like im stuck on a ledge

My time is short my grandma's almost dead

All i hear is the hairy beast walking the night

There are only trees no speck of light

A knock on a door and all i hear is a rumble

The door opens as i start to stumble

A shaky voice of to say her name

But my heart feel a sharp pain

As i see my grandma transform to a wolf with a mane 

 

 

 

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