Little red, you darling dear,
away to your grandmother's,
and have no fear.
For as long as you stick to the path at hand,
no beast will touch you,
no wolf nor man.
Take this basket of treats and ale,
her life is bleeding out,
for without you she pales.
Her eyes swirling with grey,
her cheeks tinged a sickly green,
you are her only hope.
Oh no, it cannot be me.
You must have no fear, you darling dear,
no one can harm you, so stop with your tears.
I'll wipe them away with a hush and coo,
and you'll smile up at me,
like all good girls do.
So off you go skipping merrily down the rode,
one who is so brave,
with no clue of her looming grave.
For I owe that beast a favor, as sad as it may be,
and you are my freedom,
I hope you can see.
Perhaps it will be painless,
I pray you do not scream
as he rips you limb from limb, right at the seams.
For your grandmother has already gone,
a token for a beast before,
I pray you understand, the severity of the issue at hand.
You see, darling dear,
I promise you I'll mourn,
for I had no choice,
and there's simply nothing more.