October 14th, 2250
The Forest, Witch Kingdom.
Moonlit night, it was a moonlit night; all the Forest creatures roamed about, from the littles to the big ones, from the wicked to the compassionate ones. There was one in particular, particular she was, some called her Hood, some called her Red, no one called her Red Hood, for that was her Mother's name. Anyone that brought up her Mother's name would soon meet a blade through their skull. But Hood was particular, particular she was, because unlike the Forest creatures, she did not show who she truly was, no, truly was something else.
Hood enjoyed strolling through the Forest, yes she did, she did enjoy the Forest especially at night. Always carried a basket, a basket in hand she carried, but no one ever knew what she carried, she carried secrets deeper than you and me.
She hid her blonde hair, her hair! Deep covered inside her hood, red hood that is. Part of her outfit she never changed, she wore like skin, yes she did. Stitched a thousand ways over and over, her hood yes it did, for it had suffered rips and tears, tears and rips, but Hood kept it together, stitch by stitch, she would never let it itch!
The Forest, Witch Kingdom.
Moonlit night, it was a moonlit night; all the Forest creatures roamed about, from the littles to the big ones, from the wicked to the compassionate ones. There was one in particular, particular she was, some called her Hood, some called her Red, no one called her Red Hood, for that was her Mother's name. Anyone that brought up her Mother's name would soon meet a blade through their skull. But Hood was particular, particular she was, because unlike the Forest creatures, she did not show who she truly was, no, truly was something else.
Hood enjoyed strolling through the Forest, yes she did, she did enjoy the Forest especially at night. Always carried a basket, a basket in hand she carried, but no one ever knew what she carried, she carried secrets deeper than you and me.
She hid her blonde hair, her hair! Deep covered inside her hood, red hood that is. Part of her outfit she never changed, she wore like skin, yes she did. Stitched a thousand ways over and over, her hood yes it did, for it had suffered rips and tears, tears and rips, but Hood kept it together, stitch by stitch, she would never let it itch!
Among the Forest creatures there was a Big Bad Wolf, a Wolf sure to eat, eat Red Hood his mission made to be. But being the Big Bad Wolf he is, he sure chased her everywhere but could not see.
The Big Bad Wolf caught her scent once upon a time, time beneath their centuries, time beneath the trees.
One night night among the Forest beings, the Big Bad Wolf tore through the trees, oh see? He tore into every other being, ripping flesh from flesh, with each drop of blood he felt fresh!
Until he caught her scent, her scent once more!
But Hood was hidden...behind a magic Door.
The Door to the outside, the outside world, beneath the Forest, away from the rest, but nevertheless...behind it...
You were Free.
The Big Bad Wolf caught her scent once upon a time, time beneath their centuries, time beneath the trees.
One night night among the Forest beings, the Big Bad Wolf tore through the trees, oh see? He tore into every other being, ripping flesh from flesh, with each drop of blood he felt fresh!
Until he caught her scent, her scent once more!
But Hood was hidden...behind a magic Door.
The Door to the outside, the outside world, beneath the Forest, away from the rest, but nevertheless...behind it...
You were Free.
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