One night, as the wind blew loud,
The mother told a story of what children were not allowed.
“Now gather here children, and you shall see,
You will regret it if you do not listen to me.”
The children gathered round, their eyes sparkling bright,
As they would find out, what happened in the Night.
“It all begins, this tale of dread,
As children like you were going to bed.
Two naughty boys lay awake,
Waiting for their chance to escape.
Then when everyone was asleep,
The boys crept out without a peep.
Once they snuck out of their wooden house,
They crept away as quiet as a mouse.
Then when they had gotten away,
These little children started to play.
But then they stopped as they heard the whispers,
As out of the bushes, a snake slivers.
It whispered “Playing at night is a taboo,
Now the red lady will have to punish you.
The night is danger, with threats alive,
But your home is a haven, were you may survive.”
The children laughed as they said:
“Were not scarred of a lady in red.”
Then at that moment the grass danced and swayed,
As the wind blew, trees shook in the glade.
A figure in the distance, a red splodge in the dark,
Walked towards the children to leave her red mark.
Her cloak was blood red, around her neck a bleak locket,
And her eyes were not there. Only hollow sockets.
The children screamed, and tried to run away,
But soon found themselves lost, to their dismay.
“Perhaps we lost her.” One of the boys said,
“If we have not, we may find ourselves dead!”
And dead they would become, as the lady in red,
Walked out of the shadows and she said:
“Poor little children, who did not go to sleep,
Now from you, no one will ever hear a peep.”
The children screamed, as they shook in fear for their life,
As the lady came closer, and unsheathed her knife.
Then came the loud, deathly and sickening sound,
Of blood being spilled, upon the forest ground.
And that, children, is why we do not go out at night.”
And with that, she left the children there, sitting in fright.
