Having yet to outgrow her innocence,
As a warrior she stood in defiance,
Cautiously she measured her rival,
Her cape, crimson as a roses pedal.
Red-Riding took her chance towards conquest,
Balancing herself, making her protest,
Mockingly the beast forces her to the ground,
Undaunted she rises with new strength found.
Alone, resumes her beautiful imagined,
Ignoring her surroundings, more determined,
The fight far from over at final sight,
Within her a spark of precious light.