Little Red

based on the story of little red riding hood

Moonlight
Twilight
The dusty path dappled with starlight
The darkness looming amongst the trees
Painted gnarly scenery that didn’t put me at ease
The temperature had dropped by a few degrees

The path had led me further and further astray
So I hoped and I prayed to see the warm rays of day
With the nights adrenaline my body started to sway
But sure enough that night was soon giving way

With the first rays of morning 
Came relief without warning
And any fear was soon subsiding
But what I had done would surely cause mourning
That’s why I’m telling you now and confiding

For you see my friend
Stories have been penned
Costumes stitched
And performances pitched 
But somewhere fine details seem to have been missed
So due to that I have to persist
The little red you knew can all but be dismissed

The wolf? yes he died
But the heroic hunter? Well he cried
As for me they all remember that hood
And why was it red? It was soaked in blood

Author's Note

if the rhythm seems a little odd I always write with the intention of it being read aloud

Reviews

[alexandra]

I really enjoyed reading it, i found the end sad and powerful...(I hope that was the objective)!! well done

[3X3MPLER]

"Moonlight
Twilight
The dusty path dappled with starlight
The darkness looming amongst the
trees
Painted gnarly scenery that didn’t put me at ease
The temperature had dropped by a few
degrees" through your description i can see and feel what is happening.good job