campfire song

k1rby

come, adventurers.

 

both the young and old.

 

listen to my sorry tale,

 

that shall soon be told.

 

'bout the witch in the forest,

 

the forest near here.

 

she stole children from out of bed,

 

and took them to her hut.

 

they returned the next morning,

 

messed up in the head.

 

their eyeballs were scattered,

 

 in the gloomy forest.

 

of which children were warned

 

to steer clear.

 

their limbs were chopped off,

 

leaving a trail of blood and guts,

 

to paint the silver birch trees.

 

their souls remained trapped between worlds.

 

the world of home and the world of the witches.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: k1rby (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 28th, 2022 14:12
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 17
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors




To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.