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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