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The Woman Of The Woods

by Myself

Beyond the villages, within the woods,
An old lady lives alone.
She stays right there in a tiny cave,
Enjoying the quiet tone.

The stretch of ground leading up to it
Lies bereft of grass and tree.
No animal will go near this place,
With the deathly air to see.

Yet villagers will approach the hag,
For remedies to their ills.
She can concoct effective medicines,
With potions, and tiny pills.

No one knows how she finds these cures,
Others just don't want to know.
As long as her elixirs are effective,
They will pay and quickly go.

One thing the crone cannot stop happening,
Are the abductions in the night.
Villagers, many children,
Disappear without a sight.

When darkness falls, they know,
Another could vanish for evermore.
A loved one gone from their family,
Never again to grace their floor.

Though the victims are never seen,
Voices are heard again.
In the night, screams cry out,
From the wood, of endless pain.

The area is searched, of course,
And the hag is asked, you see.
"I'm an old lady, dear," she says,
"It could have nothing to do with me."

Still they visit the old woman for cures,
With her smoking cauldron wide.
Seeing all those chemicals in stock,
Wondering what mix is inside.

Then the night, silence does reign,
The hag slowly gives a smile,
She looks towards the village,
"Time for Terror in a while."