As I walk through the forest
I peek through the trees
Standing in the clearing
I see an old Hag
Cackle, cackle
Stir the pot
See the potion bubbling hot
Secret spell I hear her chant
Mysterious words she does incant
As she dances round the flames intent
I realize for whom the spell is meant
Tis meant for those that upon her sneak
with this thought, my knees grow weak
Time to run, time to flee
before the spell takes hold of me
But I can not move
I can not run
Seems my time is almost done
As I sink upon the ground
feeling like my legs are bound
my body melts onto the grass
I breathe once more, it is my last
If you should come upon a Hag in the woods
dancing and chanting, it would not be good.
Turn around and go back home
lock your doors and hide alone.
Pull your shutters tight
be still with all your might.
by C Tevis
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Hello! Just happened across your poetry. Really love this one - and the surprising doomed fate of the narrator. Much like the teller of this tale, I'm afraid I'm just going to have to investigate further...
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