Devious Journal Entry

O'er the river and through the woods 
to grandmothers house we go 
or is it a ruse,
created by fools, 
who bled out alone in the snow?
Were they lured in by delusions of wealth and love 
Where hope was lost for their souls?
one thing is true 
Under this blanket of lies 
one thing I Hope you can know 
To Never
Travel the wood
alone