Stroll with me through the woods
And hear the wolf howl
As he chews on the remains
Of a soft red hood,
Burping up a clean bone.

Hold my hand
As the cackle of an evil woman
Blind with age
Pokes at the charred bodies
Of two orphaned children.

Cringe with me when you hear
The cry of a forgotten father
As his one and only heir
Turns to wood,
To ash.

Help me through a place
That holds terrors of memories
And stories unfinished