A path gets dark and twisty in the deepest wood
Easy to forget not to stray from an overgrown path
When the rain comes down it’s time to don your hood
Beware the dangers of a forest filled with fury and wrath
Stay on course and hastily make your way
With a purpose in mind and a goal to achieve
Un-frightened by ominous sounds of the day
Oblivious to peril inside a land of make believe
A coarse growl penetrates the mist and rain
A guttural noise that would bring a chill to the bone
An ageless cacophony only resembling torturous pain
Sacrificial feast to be made of a lost soul found all alone
Confrontation of the seemingly naïve and innocent
Not a care in the world under fragility of trusting youth
Apparently without knowledge of the outcome imminent
Literally a “Babe in the woods” unprepared for nail and tooth
A simple task conveyed; a thoughtful visitation the mission
On this bleak and dreary, wet and treacherous morning
To continue onward, safe passage required permission
Unready for anything resembling conflict without warning
What would Grandmother say about this gruesome scene?
When hackles were raised and razor sharp teeth were bared
Flesh ripped from bone and the mist obtained a scarlet sheen
After the events were relayed, Grandmother only declared…
Sakes alive my little Red
That poor, poor wolf
He never had a chance.
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