this is a tale of a dark forest
and the time back in the days
when the invisible touch of the night
came closer to a heart of longing
with a sigh and the sweet breath
of a lover deeply mourning
she took her basket and went out
under the fool moon, under cold green light
she lost her way and whereabout
her destination out of sight
the creepy sounds of crackles and screeches
the coldness of a nocturnal wood
soaked through her scarlet hood
when mister lupus came along, on a stroll
she could not quite make out his shadowy silhouette
when he streched out his paws to catch her
and she sunk, oh she sunk, with a fainting pirouette
into his arms and on his hairy chest
they boozed the wine
they ate the cake
and made the shore of grandma’s lake
besides the frogs, a lover’s shrine
where princes never will be kissed
where only lupus fervently hissed
„oh little scarlet girl, you’re mine,
i had the cake, i had the wine,
but the taste of yours is what i cherish,
your innocence i will make perish!“
and little scarlet moaned and giggled
took off her stockings, and the red cape too
lupus, while with his bushy tail he wiggled
howled into the nightly silence: „woohoo woohoo!“
(spring 2009 / rework: 2015)