Untold Tale

Untold Tale 

By Racheal Lee 

Listen – close your eyes –  

Do you hear it– Can you hear my plea –  

I need you to believe me, 

At least my side of the story –  

Think back now to the little girl 

Who always wore a red cloak, 

Little Miss Red Riding Hood, 

Oh I can still hear her choke 

But let me not jump ahead –  

I tried to save her, just remember that –  

I met her in the ruthless woods 

Off the beaten path 

As she collected sun-kissed flowers with a syrupy – sweet laugh, 

I smirked, thinking she was out of place 

But I gasped thinking of her Grandmother and horror filled my face 

Because I knew this dear child was no longer safe, 

Grandmother had waited for Little Red Riding Hood 

And had planned to make her disappear 

She despised her granddaughter, 

And would soon fill her with fear 

This poor, little girl – the sweet rose in the bush –  

I had to do something and something quick, 

I tried to lead her deeper into the woods, 

But Mother said not to stray 

So that only scared her away – 

She would soon meet her fate 

Because Granny lay in wait 

But I had to beat her there 

Luckily with time to spare –  

I gobbled up Granny   

And dared not for more,  

Suddenly, a sweet voice at the door 

I had no choice  

But to say in Granny’s sweet voice -  

“Who is it?”  

Crawled into bed, played the part 

Charming Little Red Riding Hood’s small heart 

Hoping she would leave 

The more I coughed and sneezed 

But she came too close, and she instantly knew 

Oh no, she began to scream too 

With no ideas in my head 

I jumped out of bed 

But I am what I am…a Wolf -  

In came the woodsman – big, rough and tough, 

Grandmother was “rescued” 

Still this was not enough 

If only they knew  

The horror was not through – 

Choked with every breath 

Who would have thought 

That Granny could bring death –  

The world forgot about my side 

But no longer will I hide 

For it is imprinted in my mind 

That I could not save her