Silver moon beams
On a foggy night
Deafening silence splintered
By triumphant howls
Muffled cries trailing behind

Down, down
The rabbit hole
Dragged by the hair
The rank smell of fear
Floats in the air

They push her around
Call her names
Mouth filled with dirt, on bloody knees
One by one, they come
And force her down

Coarse fur against her skin
Feeling the hot breath of sin
Red hood on the floor
She can't take It anymore
Putting a spiked heel through its face

A painful screech
As she breaks loose
Whose next, she screams
As they crowd around
Saliva dripping from their jowls

Lycan soldiers of the dark

What big eyes you have
She whispered hoarsely
All the better to poke them out
And what big ears you have
All the better to hear your shouts

Circling, she watched as they cowered
What big TEETH you all have
She sneered and snarled
So I can RIP THEM OUT

They scampered about
Tails between their legs
Little Red watched as they ran
That will teach them
To screw with her again