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This idea for a poem-story-thing came to me earlier today.
Was watching Alice in Wonderland and as it was over I started to think about Little Red Riding Hood… and boom this little piece of art was born.
Comments and critique are appreciated.
Please and thank you.
Little Red.
By Remington W (iSkeleton)
© iSkeleton RW.
There once was a small girl,
So pretty and fair,
Who sat alone in a dungeon,
Solemn and with out care.
Her hair was of soot,
Her robes were of red,
She sat alone in the cave,
So full of dread.
Sad was this girl,
Hungry and poor,
Here comes the devil,
With a lore.
“Come with me…” shall he cry.
“Come with me shall you please…
I have many gifts to deliver; I have many things to achieve.
A life of stone and soot is not for you…
No one else shall take these precious words, from my mouth to you.
You have my words of safety… you have my full advice…
all I ask is for something in suffice.”
The girl in red stood so slow,
As the moon grew dim,
As the red robed girl stood tapping her chin.
A smile spread across a white face, so pale,
“No!” she yelled with out fail.
The red robed girl ran with like the wind,
Out into the night, out in the dim.
The devil,
So angry so cruel and so harsh
Cursed at the sky and ran into a marsh.
“The plan has failed!
How could I be so foolish…
To think this girl would surrender to me…
Ah! I know to be wiser is the game…
I’ll take a more fearful look upon this dame.”
With a flick of the wrist and with a turn of his head,
Our devil turned into a wolfish dread.
The devil was working his horrible ways,
Scaring the peasants and ignoring their pains.
“Answer no doors to the girl in red!
She is the devil, a vixen in dread!
Her hair is of black! Her face is of snow!
You’ll know what’s best, if you catch the flow.”
Off ran the devil still in his wolfish ways,
Off into the forest… off into the darker days.
Here ran the girl in red,
Alone on the rode,
Panting and breathless,
Scared and Poor,
She ran to the houses door too door.
“Let me in!” she cried.
“Let me in!” she wailed.
All of her attempts for shelter soon came to fail.
The night had grown darker,
The night had grown colder,
Our little girl in red all alone.
The day ticked away like a clock so frail,
There sat the devil, swinging his wolfish tail.
“Hello little girl.” He sounded so charming.
“I do not mean to come off disarming…
I wish to find you shelter away from the woods, heartlessness, and flowers,
Come with me and you’ll sleep in a soft bed for hours.”
The girl of pale skin looked up with a jolt,
Looking around to see who was the dope.
“Walking with me is unwise.” She whispered with a frown.
“I’ve been fine all day now leave me be,
Or I shall unkind unto thee.”
The wolf with as much skill as the bat,
Tailed behind her at fast as the most cunning of rats.
“Come with me.” He whispered once again.
“Come with me and be free… you’ll live in no dread.
Come with me, my dear sweet Little Red.
Come with me, to a world of peace and smile,
Come with me, and you’ll see no blood shed for miles.”
Tears in her eyes and fear in her soul,
The girl ran as fast as she could off into the unknown.
Smiling, so joyful and full of glee
The wolf ran off ahead of her to a small cottage near the green trees.
The girl ran into the woods,
The girl ran between her tears,
“Leave me be!” she sobbed
“Leave me be!” she cried.
“I’ve left that chapter of my life behind!
I do not care for the past! I do not mind!
I’ve seen past the blood shed,
I’ve seen past my lies!
Leave me be oh devil of mine!”
Little Red ran some more,
Until she bumped into something that felt like a door.
With tears in her eyes and with scars on her body she looked up,
No other thoughts and no regrets,
She banged on the door with no rest.
“Help me! Help me please!” she whispered as she knocked on the door,
She had never been so weak and sore.
Slowly though and with out meeting a beat,
The door had swung open,
She felt intense heat.
A criminal mind stood above her,
A heartless being, no doubt,
He grabbed her arms and forced her into the house.
“I have you my sweet.
I have you my friend…
Now you’ll pay for those whom are now dead.”
The girl in red jumped up and stood,
Fear in her body,
Hell in her grasp.
No hope in the room,
No hope in the sky,
She knew soon she was going to die.
No she was not,
She was going to stand.
The girl had rose and looked up with hatred as her weapon in hand,
“A challenge I see…
A challenge I like…
I’m curious to know what you’re like in a fight.”
The devil snickered and giggled and lunged at her throat,
“Die now!” he boomed,
“Die slow!” he yelled,
“I’ll take you to hell with me…”
The room became hot, the room became hell
The room itself began to swell.
Nothing was living nothing was dear,
Until,
Until she heard the call of some one so kind,
“Keep fighting my girl,
Keep being wise.
Keep fighting for your life.”
“Grandmother…” she whispered and with tears in her eyes,
Something had hit her,
Something had changed,
No more fear,
Nothing deranged.
She fought for her life,
She fought with her heart,
She did not want the eternal dark.
The air was now cool,
The air was now sweet.
She was once again in her dungeon,
So alone and yet so deep.
The night sky was high,
And the air was now crisp.
She wasn’t dancing with wolfs,
No crying in the streets.
She was in her home or her dungeon at least.
Away from the wolf,
Away from the devil,
It was a dream.
 thecitieslights · Mon Sep 15, 2008 @ 05:44am · 0 Comments |
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