Remember My Little Ones
Stories and legends that we hold dear are never what they seem to be.
The truth has been lost over the years, and fiction reigns supreme.
So here is a tale, both familiar and strange, read through carefully and knowledge you will gain.
There once was a child, a very pretty girl.
She was sent on errand to her grandmother dear
Gray haired granny was indeed a witch, and when granddaughter Red never showed, a trouble did itch.
She searched through the wood, sick though she was, until she came across the bright red hood.
Strewn all around were bits of blood, and fur.
Inside of granny, wrath and rage did stir.
She knew who had committed this unspeakable crime.
Her enemy from a time before time.
The werewolves and targeted and killed her dear one, and granny knew what had to be done.
She took the hood, and a piece of fur, and when at home, revenge she procured.
A spell against those who had eaten her grandchild, that once a month, under full moon, would make them turn wild.
The human world would hate them, forever they would be hunted, until their destiny was confronted.
To break the curse they would have to protect the only member of the Riding Hood family left.
For she would have great power, one that many an enemy would seek to devour.
The time has come for the curse to break, redemption to follow in its wake.
Never Stray Away From the Path.
