Well thats dreary, i reply.

So we will trounce
into the woods
a brazen blade ahand
you whisper
'step so light my dear
just listen if you can'
i stop my tracks
i listen close
theres naught to hear but you
your red and rosy flicking hood
an owl hoo hoo 'who'
i ask
with tight kept lips
of just what that you hear
you dont look back
dont say a word
till 'Death, dear, s'drawing near'

Title: 'well thats dreary' i reply.

murrr. fear my crummy poetry. ill write a better one when im less tired.
hnggggh sveta (in red) and Vaile.
done in oekaki and fixed in photoshop. :3