THE WITCHES DEN
Through a darkened forest
Where no willows weep
And no light breaks through
Though shadows leap
There lives a witch
Whose feared by all
They shield their ears
From her cackled call
On her cottage door
There hangs a sign
“Think long and hard
Before you cross this line”
The story warns
Don’t meet her gaze
Or you’ll disappear
And be lost for days
Rumors swirl
That when you return
You wear the mark
Of the Witches burn
What that means
Is she owns your soul
Your name now etched
On her Witches Scroll
There are those whose fear
Caves to their desire
So they willingly
Brave the Witches Ire
You must take the path quickly
Follow all the way round
Watch out for the vines
That’ll pull you down in the ground
If you actually make it
To the Witches Den
That’s the beginning
Of your end
Your life’s worth more
Than a sketchy spell
If you choose unwisely
Your path leads to hell
So heed the signs
That warn you away
And live to see
Another day
Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 3.30.2025

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