Little Red Riding Hood

Little red riding hood, little red riding hood,
Where have you run off to?
You have to go to grandmother’s house,
To bring her some treats.

Mother, mother,
Please don’t make me go!
Grandmother is cruel,
Cuts and bruises are all I receive,
In return for what I bring.

Little red riding hood, little red riding hood,
Stop telling me these awful lies!
Go, and go quickly, Your grandmother is ill,
Do not pause through the forest,
Go quickly, quickly.

Howling wind, the clouds brood overhead,
Creaking and growling the trees lean towards me,
Run! Run, little red riding hood!
The woodsman is coming,
Your grandmother will be of no help to you,
Seek the wolf, the wolf will save you.

My chest, my chest splitting, breath comes swiftly,
Wolf, wolf, where are you?
Quivering vines grasped at me,
Don’t go! Don’t go, little red riding hood!
Your grandmother or the woodsman will be the end of you!
Mother, mother told me I must go! I Gasped.

Child, child, who are you?
What are you doing so close to my den?
I’ve never seen a human with such a cloak.
Silver wolf whispered as amber eyes gazed upon me.

Wolf, wolf, help me please!
The woodsman is coming,
Either he or my grandmother will be the end of me.
I don’t want to die…

Child, child, what have you to offer me?
I have what I want here.
This woodsman, is he not good?
Your grandmother, is she not family?

Grandmother, grandmother, she is cruel,
She does not adorn me with frills,
Only blood and marks of black and blue,
Woodsman, the woodsman,
He requested my hand, and I denied it,
Revenge, red is all he sees.
He wants me dead, with his axe,
He will do what he wishes.

I can only offer you myself,
My hand, my thanks and love,
My loyalty, kind wolf,
That is all I have to offer.

Try, try, yes I will try,
Child I will aid your cause.
Do not stray,
I cannot help you if you leave my side,

Stay, stay, little red riding hood,
Do not wander far,
To your grandmother’s house we will run,
Grandmother and woodsman will be gone for good.

Open, open is the door,
And blood splatters the walls,
Grandmother is dead alone in her bed,
With the woodsman looking on.

Little red riding hood, little red riding hood,
There you are, she wouldn’t tell me where you hid,
So I axed her apart and there you are.
Come to me now, lovely girl, you will become mine yet.

Screaming, Screaming, I shivered where I stood,
Fearful eyes widened as the woodsman came near,
Scarlet axe glistening in the dim forest light,
Throwing it back over his shoulder,
He grinned at me, screaming.

Wolf, wolf, save me please!
Leaping silver blur lunged at the woodsman,
Scraping, wriggling, gasping,
Neck full of holes,
Fangs sunk deep into the woodsman,
And crimson pain slung around.

Cold, cold, the woodsman was,
So in life, more so in death,
Caressing, arms tight around the wolf,
Hot tears sank down to thank him,
Then Gently, gently, I fell to him.