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a drowsy little witch, with eyes like the angry sea
dressed in crimson, mouth shaped like a plea
she walked down the road to the black forest
right into its darkest, to a circle of fairy rocks
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nobody dared to look at her
nobody dared to speak to her
nobody dared to go with her
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a drowsy little witch, with eyes like a storm
and limbs white, innocent as a lamb, newly born
once a month, she went to the full moon
when the midnight flowers blossomed, bloomed.
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nobody knew she’d shed her clothes
nobody knew she’d shed her skin
nobody knew she’d clad in claws’n fur
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At full moon, nobody goes into the black forest
not to work, not to stroll or breathe, not to rest
All know, a monstrous wolf hunts there
Hellish howls, ghostly lights fog up there
pic by Shlomi Nissim, see here
THE STORY HIVE 