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Red sees Red: a season 8 poem

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  • Red sees Red: a season 8 poem

    The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
    She whips a pistol from her knickers.
    She aims it at the creature's head
    And bang, bang, bang, she shoots him dead.

    - from Roald Dahl's "Revolting Rhymes"

    You think you are Red Riding Hood
    Bravely trembling down a dark road
    Weapons stashed in your basket
    Waiting for the right man
    To stick them in.

    You think you are the brave young girl
    But I can see the bristles of the wolf
    Piercing your skin, a shadow halo
    What? You thought you were the only one
    Without an evil twin?

    Don't live so tangled
    In the now that you forget:
    Those who fail at history
    Are liable to go evil and end the world
    Ok, I improvised a little there

    You're not me, I know that
    You can't end the world
    With a zap of your witchy fingers
    But you can change it
    For the worse

    You can lead these girls
    Like the Pied Piper
    You can build up their dreams
    In this castle
    And dash them like glass slippers
    You don't know how brightly you shine
    Or how long the shadow that you cast

    Satsu knows you're not her princess charming
    But since when do we use our heads in love?
    Since when did you ever use logic yourself?
    Ms vampire slayer who picks most of her boyfriends
    From the ranks of the undead

    But heart-breaking aside
    Did I mention how stealing diamonds
    isn't cool?

    You'll think I'm a nag
    But I wish you'd nagged me more
    when I was taking the first steps
    on the bad path
    So I'm being the friend I wanted then
    Even if that means being
    A pain in your heroic ass.

    I believe all too well in fairytales
    But they never end well
    When you look at the originals
    It's all eyes gouged out
    Or toes chopped off
    Or something worse

    And your life is a model for fairy tales
    You're laying down legend
    Each day that you do your thing

    So turn again Whittington
    Turn back before you become
    The monster instead of the girl
    Or worse, the monster
    Who thinks she's the girl
    A hypocrite at the head of an army.

    Do you think I'm being melodramatic?
    Perhaps I am
    But I'm your early warning siren
    And I'm saying danger
    (woop woop ? that's the siren
    I need to lighten the mood somehow)

    I'm pointing a scowling finger
    At your bad things
    And I'm asking Dawn's question
    Where do you go from here?
    And once you're going
    Can you stop?

    -- Robofrakkinawesome BANNER BY FRANCY --