Red Riding Hood

Beneath the tranquil lake's serene, A beguiling creature lay unseen. Iara, her name, a beauty pure, With tresses wild, a waterfall allure. Eyes like pools of liquid gold, An allure that never grows old. A siren's voice, a temptress's grace, A nymph of water, in this hidden place. Young men, she lures, to their watery grave, But beneath the façade, a heart she gave. Wronged and broken, her refuge found, In the lake's embrace, solace profound. Eternity spent, in search of peace, A sorrowful tale, that shall never cease.