Once upon a time there was a prince
Or was it a dragon?
I don’t remember.
This is what happens when you find yourself in the wrong story.
I know there was a wolf. Reader,
I married him. He saved me from the prince
(Or was it a dragon)
But could not save me from the ever after.
I became my grandmother, a grey-haired
Snaggle toothed witch in the wood.
I remember snow, spotted red.
Was it her blood?
The huntsman knows, or the woodcutter,
The men whose job is carving out hearts.
They stole my wolf, my dragon-prince,
My girl with crimson lips and cloak.
Or is it my heart that was stolen?
In the wood there is a tree.
It has roots that reach through tales and years.
Perhaps there I can find
My story again.
I am not sure this is at all what was intended by the IP, but I was inspired and this is where it led me. And fairy tales are fictional, right?