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.
Tree can never be free, of them.
Its trunk, branches,
cursing the callous wind, the hopeless earth

Those gleaming lights are only tricks,
in your mind...somehow senses
Shadowy shapes…Their voices echoes
Cackling their black magick spells, filling you with fear

Didn't you hear, didn't you hear…
The Villagers…
Villagers shrieking their audacious superstitions
in your ears?

Don’t walk upon thy misty moors
Don’t you see the tree, the tree?
Bending, twisting ever so,
yet trunk and branches, never seem to break

Thy starving Witches are never satisfied.
Always wanting to devour one’s every essence
For you’re not and won’t be the, only one.

Thoughts: Chaotic.
Apathetic moon won’t help you,
Starless nights cannot guide you home.
You’re all alone.
Accompanied only by…
Those shape-shifting Midnight Witches, watching
Lurking in this dead tree, they've possessed.
Fallen into this terrifying demonic mess.

Hurry! FLEE!

For soon you’ll be caught in their black bat winged web.
Branches, like that of a vulture’s claw

They are hungry, ever hungry, for it’s been so long…
Since someone’s come along...

they want you...

Don't dare to stare too hard through the shadows:
None can fool them. They can tell you're very near

Sshh! Silence is always your best friend,
Even at the end.

For never is wise the curious, lonely wanderer

Piercing wails off in the distance, The Banshee,
their broken teeth, decaying breath
disguised in ghostly veils foretells
A torturous fate, slowly realize...
There's no escape.

Shadowy silhouettes leave no visible footprints
You know, you know, they're there...

Creeping ever so closer

While they persistently follow you…

Till you are no…
You are no…More...

Your desecrated bones...
Eventually found...

Will make for good stories.
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© ms.barrie