THE WITCHES DEN

 

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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

Comments

camp1955 said…
“ The Witches’ Den” is an eerie folk tale poem that takes one through a dark forest to a feared witch’s lair. The mind imagery of shadows and grabbing vines. The witch’s sign and soul claiming “Witches’ Scroll,” add to the tension. The tale flows from warning to a risky journey, ending with a sharp moral. I feel the poem balances fear and draw. It’s a haunting piece with a soul-at-stake vibe.

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