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Little Red

Little Red Little Red I see you jump
I see you skip
I see you sin
What is it you seek in my wooded obode?
Is it a taste of granny's blood?
Or a little love to ease your pain?
Little Red I see you from the shadows
I see your cloak stained with crimson life
Wicked girl smiles in the gloom
The bundle she carries covered in silken cloth
Smells of death, of human essence, of mouthwatering blood
What gift for Granny does this basket hold?
Cottage in sight
Blood lust in her eyes
I run in the shadows reaching Granny's
Back door unlocked
Granny in bed
Look of terror at me in the doorway
Into the closet she does flee
I slip under the covers
And await the wicked girls need
The front door does open
In walks Little Red dripping blood
She approachs the bed dark eyes set
"Dearest Granny" she does say
"Come out from under the sheets"
"How sick you sound. And how dead"
She opens the basket
Out comes a butchers blade
Covered in more red
From under the covers I slowly rise
"My Granny, what large ears you have"
"All the better to hear your wicked voice with." I do reply
"Granny what yellow eyes you have."
"All the better to watch your evil with."
"Oh my Granny!"
"What large teeth you have!"
"All the better to eat your heart with." I growl
The covers fly off and I stand tall
"Decieving wolf!" she spits at me
She raises the knife
Drops the basket
On the floor the huntsman's head sits
Out of the basket it did roll
Sightless eyes stare forth
Little Red Little Red what monstrosity's you do commit
Slaying your father dear
Blood in the air and bloodlust in her eyes
The closet door does open
Granny stands tall and frightened
Little Red sneers with her intentions
Away from me she turns
Lunges to Granny
Shriek of terror drowns in blood
Her throat torn away
Crimson decorates the walls
As well as her sinister face
Back to me she turns
Off the bed I lunge
Knife slashes the air
Her scream fills the home
My teeth pierce her Ivory skin
Her heart I do hold
She looks at me from the floor
I hold her pulse in my paw
Lust for her blood clouds my thoughts
Devour her heart is what I do
Howling in delight
Wolfish grin her last sights
Massacre of the forest
Prints in the blood
Leading from the cottage
This is my blame
My legacy
My truth

Author notes

Wickid Nursery Rhymes contest: "Dancing Rabbits Make Great Stews"

Lil' Red Riding Hood....=) from wolfs point of view obviously


dark, dead, hoplessly romantic contest: Option 1, I tink it is an excellent take on the fairy tale. And yeah I am confident enough to say it could win

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Comments

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  • Josh the Communist
    September 15, 2008
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    ...Amazing.


  • Wilted Rose Bush
    August 11, 2008

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    Very well written.
    Its very well expressed from the wolfs point of view showing exactly what I wanted, the more gruesome side of the story.

    There was some good vocabulary in there and some good poetic techniques.

    Well done and good luck.


  • Doll Faise
    August 6, 2008

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    Wow. This is definetely a drastic turn. I'm curious as to know, what inspired this poem? It's wonderfully writen, though the grammar could use a bit of work. I liked it, wicked as it was. Great write. Thanks for entering and good luck!


    • blackrosesteph
      August 6, 2008
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      Lets see, inspiration, I dunno really I like wolves which is why he's kindof the good guy in this and I chose Red Riding Hood because it is the fairy tale that got told in my house so its kindof always been there in my mind I guess.


  • Wandering Woodchuck silver member
    July 29, 2008
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    This is one of the more wicked ones in the contest. Great job.

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