by Clara

In a cold world long time ago
Corrupted by both ash and snow
There was a place no one would go
A forest where red blood would flow
Watch out you’ll be my feast
Where dark trees loom on either side
Of the path over which you must stride
This is the tale of how I died
Don’t you know I’m the beast

I saw her in a scarlet cloak
Moving through tall dark trees of oak
Her scent as strong as pale grey smoke
And stepping from the brush I spoke
Watch out you’ll be my feast
Dear girl what are you doing here
In this dread forest filled with fear
No safe places are very near
Don’t you know I’m the beast

She glanced at me pausing with grace
A look of distrust on her face
Sweet wolf why are you in this place
There is no game for you to chase
Watch out you’ll be my feast
Dear girl food is just what I need
I’m looking for a place to feed
Watch out for those so filled with greed
Don’t you know I’m the beast

Well off to grandma’s house I go
A basket of good food in tow
I just think she would want to know
That my mom and I love her so
Watch out you’ll be my feast
I knew that I would love some food
For I was always in the mood
I just couldn’t look very lewd
Don’t you know I’m the beast

So up the path I ran ahead
I found the house more of a shed
Swallowed granny then she seemed dead
And tucked myself into her bed
Watch out you’ll be my feast
After a long time she stepped in
Granny you’re looking awfully thin
Oh my is that fur on your skin
Don’t you know I’m the beast

Now I knew it was time to eat
And little girls were such a treat
Her eyes grew wide she tried to bleat
I imagined red luscious meat
Watch out you’ll be my feast
The huntsman came out of the brush
Fired his gun with quite a rush
And everything became a hush
I used to be the beast