Thursday, 6 January 2011

Lair of the Witch

There once was a witch from Frogpond
A small village with labyrinthine roads and nothing more
At the bottom of her garden was a weathered old shed
Enshrouded in cobweb and shadows of the dead

The witch was a hundred and eighty two
Disguised as a bright eyed thing
She drank potions and the blood of rats
Summoned to kill them was her ruby eyed cat

Seasons passed and the white haired harpy
Grew tired of spells and hexes
She set the lair ablaze and fled to a cairn on the moors
Her presence a distant whisper that lingered on the tors


Happy 2011 ~ the year of the Rabbit x


Anonymous said...

Gorgeously witchy! These feel so heavenly! <3

Tales from the Dryad Forest said...

Thank you sweetpea! ♥

atropanocturna said...

So lovely! Everything about your blogspace is enchanting!

*✿* millie meadowsweet *✿* said...

OOoooooooo! lovely ♥

Tales from the Dryad Forest said...

Aw, thank you for such kind words x