*Red sat at her desk and began writing a poem. Reading it aloud.*

The light is my enemy.
Where it shines,
I mustn't go.
Hiding underneath the snow.

The light is my enemy,
The suns happy rays,
It blinds me, too bright!
This is why I prefer the night.

The light is my enemy,
And it's going to stay that way.
Diving under bedroom covers,
The bright, bright light, it makes me shudder.

The light is still my enemy,
It smells like mint and grapes.
The light is going to stay my enemy,
It blinds me.
The light won't be my friend,
I prefer the dark.