VISUAL PROMPT
by X-Cannibal @ DeviantArt

Write a story or poem inspired by this image.
A Cloak of Red
The girl is walking through the wood
Her face is hidden by her hood
No fear, she feels, at all
She’s always standing tall
For always she does as she should
An evil lurks, unknown to her
He creeps, he stalks, covered in fur
She skips and sings a song
Her voice, it is so strong
Not a clue to what will occur
The wolf, she meets in a clearing
She can’t believe what she’s hearing
The wolf could talk to her!
Her heart begins to stir
His smile and laugh so endearing
She told him of her trek today
And that she must be on her way
Gran does always worry
If she doesn’t hurry
So she must no longer delay
The wolf said farewell and he ran
In his head, he’d devised a plan
He’d meet her at the door
He’s certain of his score
He knows now where he can find Gran
He’s waiting for her to get there
Wearing her Gran’s clothing and hair
She lets herself inside
Her eyes, opening wide
And all that she could do was stare
Why are your ears pointy and tall?
So I can hear you when you call!
Look! Your hands are furry
Oh child, please don’t worry
Gran, this doesn’t make sense at all!
Why are your teeth so sharp and long?
Something is very very wrong
You are correct, my dear
You would be wise to fear
For in this house, I don’t belong
You see, I tricked you in the wood
I made you think that I was good
And then I ate your Gran
Part of my master plan
For I knew you’d come, as you should
The tears are rolling down her face
For him, there is no saving grace
For while she looks so small
Wonder why she stands tall?
Now’s the time to reveal her face
Her cloak of red falls to the floor
She’s not the same she was before
Her eyes glow red and bright
They fill the wolf with fright
And he tries to run to the door
Yet, there is no escape for him
For she will tear him, limb from limb
She beats him to the door
He begs, knees on the floor
His future looks so very grim
She sinks in her fangs and her claws
Tearing into his chest and jaws
Her pain reflected here
His wounds just as severe
Nothing about him gives her pause
Her anger finally sated
They wolf, he lay, mutilated
And much to her surprise
From the mess did arise
Her Gran, alive and elated!
She ran to the room for her cloak
She needed to hide what she woke
Gran was alive and well
Yet still under a spell
No one knows what she could evoke
Once again, she was cloaked in red
She laid her Gran down in her bed
Cleaned the house completely
Hiding things discretely
So relieved her Gran was not dead