the witches’ tree ~

Shadowy shapes shifting, silhouettes of Midnight Witches
dance with flickering flames, embraced by smoky ashes
they're hard to reveal, for they lie in wait.
Patience: To them time doesn't exist
Patient: Midnight Witches confident, shadows conceal.

Don't dare to stare, too hard through the willow's wisps
Eyes cannot deny illusions of what you really see..
(It'll be too late)....
Midnight Witches living in this blackened tree,
desiring your soul, wanting to leave fiery white marks
upon beating hearts: STOP!

Now: hearts turn into frozen stones.
For these are the tales I was told....