A cloak of red she
wore you thought it
was to adorn her.
This was not to be
for this cloak
it set her free.
Inside a beast
did roar but
the grandmother
sat at the door.
She had a
shotgun in hand
but not for
another it was
for her dear
granddaughter.
The witch had
cursed on her
a life of an
evil night for
when the moonlight
comes out the
beast does shout.
For it runs free
to tear and eat at
the human anatomy,
but this was not
to be you see
for with this cloak
of red it keeps the
demon deep down inside
there it can hide.