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Posted: October 26th. 2012 6:45:58 PM
The Girl in the Red Cloak
by Moonlight Wolf
Age Group: Adult
It was upon that fateful day
That a woodsman father in red
Took one look from his bier of hay
And then he dropped down dead.
In the tradition of funeral rites
His wife wore a dress of black
And buried him on a moonless night
And then by dawn she was back.
All her days she sobbed sad tears
But her mother needed some aid.
So she sent her daughter (though not without fear)
In red, to Granny's sweet glade.
The daughter, she passed her father's grave
And saw a boy sleeping upon.
She woke him up with the slap she gave
And in his fear he was gone.
On to Granny's the daughter was sent
Though Granny in white had regressed.
It was unknown how her mind went
But such sweet joy she possessed.
Though her memory had long since gone
How Granny had stories to tell.
Stories of a queen sat on a throne
And that of a magic well.
Back and forth the daughter, she went
To Granny's as her mother had been
Although secretly at night she had but spent
Some time with her lover in green
For the boy she had suddenly hit,
For sleeping on her father's grave,
He had been sorry for his poor wit
And soon their soft hearts they gave.
And so to Granny's during the day
And to her lover at night
Until something happened along the way
Underneath the full moon's light.
The daughter had wandered into the wood
Despite her mother's sharp words
Yet the daughter simply did as she should
When an eerie howling she heard.
She then felt dizzy and all went black
And then she woke up alone
To find herself in Granny's old shack
Surrounded by blood and bone
The feel of hair upon her form
And the scent of death in the air
And in her mouth was blood still warm.
The daughter wailed out in despair.
At the sound of her howl her lover came
And discovered her in blood and tears
She sobbed in terror and in shame
And he waited until her sobs had cleared.
And that night he took her home
Where her mother was waiting up late.
Her lover stood by her, she was never alone
As she told them it was Granny she ate.
Her mother took her hands in hers
She had known this day would come
For her own skin had once become fur
And the very same thing she had done.
And so the wise mother went and told all
About the cycle of fate
Her lover would rise, her father would fall
As she grew, loved, aged and ate.
In that moment the daughter was wild.
Her mother then said in sad mirth,
The daughter was now pregnant with child.
And she would assist with the birth.
The daughter laid down and started to fret
Until that incredible dawn
As she panted and horribly wept
Her grandmother was now reborn.
The mother decided to live in the wood
In what had been Granny's old home.
The daughter visited her whenever she could
So her mother would not be alone.
As for her lover, by her he stayed
To love and be with their girl
Sometimes he scolded, sometimes he played
As he danced and with her he twirled.
He then moved from green to red
And also from light to dark
Soon he knew that we would be dead
But rise again with a start
The daughter now had become a mother
The mother was in Granny's place
Both of them knew the fate of each other
Of Granny in the daughter's place
And so the cycle continues around
It goes forever on
It seems this cast is forever bound
Up in this continuous song.
Author's Notes: A Pagan version of 'Little Red Riding Hood' based on the Triple Goddess in Wicca.
Author's Location: Bradford, England
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