Red Riding Hood

Something drags behind your feet
A musky scent, its alluring and sweet

The wolf, you see, with bright eyes red
He'll catch you now and eat you dead

The sweet, musky scent is stronger now
Behind tall, oak trees, you hear his howl

Your blood-red cloak flies through the wind
And within the woods, you feel his furry skin

A/N: I wrote this three years ago.