Riding Hoods Charming Wolf

On a stormy night it does start A tale of old, taken to heart Fairytale whistles slither through dreams The tale of Maiden Red and her charming Wolf Was simply more than it once did seem Riding cape adorned the wind Held tightly, Safety pinned Thickets of thorn and tree Blocking the path of Maiden Red Narrowing distance thy could see Wearily walking along the path Hands held a walking staff Basket tumbled and jumbled along Along the path with Maiden Red Humming a werewolf song The shadows crept and she lost her tune Eerie light seeped from blood red moon Far in the distance a wolf was heard Blocking the path of Maiden Red Light drowned out by a Raven bird Stumbling along with her walking stick Running the path far too quick On trees root her cape caught tripping but caught by strong arms that wrapped Drowning eyes of jewels, silver wrought A Cheshire smile graced his lips As she straightened he released her hips She eyed him wearily from whence thee stood He, blocking Maiden Reds path Whilst tugging flirtatiously upon her Red Riding Hood "Alone in the dark, I see my dear" For seconds she pretended not to hear "Allow me to guide you little miss!" He began to lead Maiden Red down the path He was roguish and handsome, but followed by mist With path opened of tree and root The talked through various owls hoot Now red was no expert on love, you see Though heart was won by Wolf in sheep's clothing She sighed dismay when Gran's cottage was spied through tree Silver wrought eyes became fearful with a kiss of the cheek and a whisper of "I must go" He was gone swiftly, leaving a line Of dust retreating from Maiden Red's path, as well as Not but a single rose, with leaf, on a vine Now sad and dreary, she still went Into Gran's cottage to return what was lent Twas not long before a knocking came A huntsman, traveled from the path With blood on face, and one eye lame With heavy pack he stumbled in Giving Maiden Red a leering grin Upon the mantle he thrust down His heavy pack, next to Maiden Red "Caught me a wolf stealing sheep in town!" Words that turned Red's blood cold But to ask, to question would be too bold Far long hours later the Huntsman slept As well as Gran and the forest creatures, but for All of that Maiden Red wept Indeed Twas a wolf he had caught But one with beautiful eyes, Silver wrought.