A red hooded figure appeared

Midnight shadows scattered

In the abby off tress a reflection glared

The hairy, smelly, dreaded worlf showed

Red eyes glared back, wold and hood

The mirror showed the truth

Reflection of the forest never lie

Once young and kind had turned dark with fiery eyes

The wolf and the hood were one

Deceiving the rest the shadow follows its master

Master guides the shadow

Death keeps both eternal and so the game starts again.