red riding hood

I decided to write few poems inspired by classic fairy tales and this is my first attempt of doing so. Also it needs further comment from me. Well listen, children and listen well: Many years ago in land far far away in the night of the full moon one young girl met a terrible fate on her way to dear old grandmother´s house. She met a werewolf in the dark of deepest forests. He attacked her and tried to eat her alive for werewolf´s curses run deep and infect you with terrible and insatiable hunger for flesh and blood. But the girl was brave and not that stupid to walk through the woods without a sharp sting so she managed to kill the creature with her blades. It was too late of course. The beast buried its teeth deep into her forearm and its poisons mixed with her young fresh blood almost immediately. All alone in the middle of the forest she transformed, her body changed into the shape of a monster from fairytales and legends. Her mind grew numb with hunger. Only one human memory remained in her wretched and twisted brain. Go to your grandmother´s house. Go. Go. So she went. Her new body ached with horrible hunger and longing that only blood and flesh can erase. For a while. Go. Go. And forth she went. To her poor grandmother´s house. And there she ate the old woman alive and thus the curse was fulfilled, sealed until the end of the world. For it is told by wise folk: If the cursed human eats his own flesh and drinks the elixir of his own blood he or she shall remain cursed forever. And tell my one example of wise folk being wrong.