A Wolf in Red's Cloak

One dead,

Two dead,

Three dead, four.

Five dead,

Six dead,

Could there be more?

The girl frightened from all the death she had seen

Little did red riding hood know she let the monster free

Until that night the reflection showed the monster had been she

The moonlight had shown 

And made her wolfish form known

So off into the darkness of the wood did she make her home