Tragedy befell our little town,
Little Red's world turned upside down,
Her grandmother dearest gone,
Taken by the Beast,
A lonely year arrives,
One with no feasts.
Oh! the people mourned for their favourite elderly,
A week of sombre mourning and quiet misery,
Black laden sheets lay,
Spread on curtains, banisters and seats,
Candles lit outside all their little places,
The town of Evermore changed forever as you gaze on the faces.
Autumn passes and winter fell,
Suns fade as Luna cast her spell
Children once outside all day playing
Inside their rooms they were now staying,
How the Beast howled down,
As shadow came slowly upon this little town.
Winter leaves its coat and spring comes around,
Little buds popped up and flowers spring from the ground,
The children play again as life returns with zest,
Not for long and never near the shaded forest
But behold, on silent nights,
The Beast returns to scream and stir many a fright.
When spring says goodbye and summer hello,
As the long grass grew once more so,
The town amok with heat aplenty,
Pales on shoulders remained empty,
Our sun lingered long and the nights were shy,
Once more stirred the Beast with a feral cry.
But this cry was not like Beast,
One if heard again it would be with displease,
An eternal voice
Borne not from choice,
Grandmother's cackle no doubt,
Hers which remains a haunting shout.
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