Wolf~Red Riding Hood~
My grandmother had always warned me, "never to talk to strangers."
"The night is full of dangers...
That is unless you belong to the dark itself. "
Here I am by my loneself.
Drained of color all around
I am surrounded in brown
Snap! Snap!
I am tearful.
My grandmother told me be careful.
"Never to talk to strangers"
Snap! Snap! Whoosh!
I am endangered.
Help me?
This is my useless plea.
My eyes gazed in blood red eyes.
Better to see his prize.
Big ears to hear,
Elongated fangs,
This song has faded.
My eyes brimmed with tears.
The years flash before my eyes.
"The wolf's gonna get me."
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