Little Red Lying Hood.

What's the matter, little Red?
Have you grown tired of hauling your scarlet burden;
through the vastness of his forest?

You never thought he'd stick around long enough,
to see what was kept in your basket?
Too bad it simply held lies and betrayal.

Grandmother wouldn't be so proud...
Good thing she's been dead to you for some time now,
and you took over her name in irony.

Innocence can be the only true fairy-tale,
but some still believe in magic.
So you mask your basket in a crimson cloak.

You may have a heavy heart, and a mind full of maven.
But his is edging on the brink of destruction;
And you both know you're the Villain.

Sometimes it's just easier, to blame the wolf.
Written by CeeCee-Elaine (xPaper Flowersx)
Author's Note
Theme appropriate; late night rambles.
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