When she was a little girl

Without her cloak

Without her crimson-red shield

She was innocent, full of light, full of life

 

They say she lost her grandmother

To a bloodthirsty werewolf

And that only through her cunning

Did she survive

 

They are all lies

Lies she has spun

Lies that she has told

To protect herself

 

She never had a grandmother

But she tells everyone anyways

“My grandmother was murdered...”

They believe her lies and offer sympathy

 

The truth is that

She was taken, stolen, snatched

By a grey streak in the night

Illuminated by the full moon

 

The truth is that

She was turned, converted, changed

Into the creature of her nightmares

Werewolf

 

Now during full moons

She locks herself away

So she may spare

Just one more life, one more soul, one more innocent

 

She is angry

She is furious
She is resentful

She is irate

 

Now the tables have turned

Now she steals through the woods

Now she lures them to their deaths

To avenge her lost innocence