Witch of the Wood

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You know…..

you think…..

I would have been smarter.

After all I read the tales.

I know Snow White bites it

based on the Witch’s desire.

I know Hansel & Gretel

they nearly become Witch fodder

as they were fat and juicy.

Yet when I saw the path

that lush and leafy broadway

I had to explore

I had to go forth

into the forest.

The trees closed in

the  avenue came to an end

before me stood the Witch’s Den.

I pushed through the door

leaned my head in

and there she stood,

the Witch

who would become my scourge.

Beckoning me forth

drawn to her I was

deep in the forest.

‘Help me find my love,’

I begged

hands out in supplication

and she cackled.

Lightning flared

thunder boomed

I fell to my knees grasping my head.

He stood before me

light and emerald

diamond gleamed

reaching his hand to me.

I lunge

green hair spilling

and I grimaced

the ache so deep in my bone.

She took a step forward

and with a cheeky grin

grabbed his hand

leading him out into the wood.

The Witch of the Woods

she will draw you in…..

when she does

she will entrap

turning herself into you

running for freedom

leaving you behind

deep in the forest.