Coves of silence
Streams of tears
Stones of anger
Branches of fear
The whispering winds spread secrets about
While the shadows in the forest spread seeds of doubt
Farr off in the center there lies a house
One you wouldn't think belonged to a mouse
Decrepit old windows
Rotting old doors
Holes in the roof
Falling off porch
A figure of shadow standing there within
The decrepit old house though no body knows
Who or what this figure is
Or what her story holds.
A witch, as they called her
Would scream and shout
As she went on her way
Roundabout
Her house casting spells, casting curses and charms
With jars full of eyeballs, ears and arms
From humans, animals and even the dead
At least, that's what the legend had said.
But the populace was frightened
For her powers were unknown
And so because of this
The seeds of fear were sown.
So here her soul stays until at last
One kind, brave soul will take up the task
Of staying long enough to hear the tale of the long cursed witch, with the name of Gail.
