Witch!

The four friends decided to stay in the forest

they’d heard was haunted!

By the ancient spirit it was said of a witch

who would take their souls.

Anyone daring to enter her wooded lair

the old man happily did declare!

 

A run down cottage on the forests boundary

the wrinkled old man sat.

Willing for money to tell you any stories

of those never seen again.

Rituals in the dead of night echoing screams

and blood in the local streams!

 

But added with a warning not wise to enter

it made him feel better.

Of course knew they would take no notice

falling asleep in his chair.

Carrying camping gear they walked slowly

as trees became more lowly!

 

Ahead they could see an open bare patch

nearby pitching their tent.

Darkness fell they had to quickly prepare

and start their adventure.

Into the surrounding woods and explore

the legends to find out more!

 

A high-pitched screeching was very clear

at first not perturbed.

Intently searching using powerful torches

and camcorders for evidence.

Approaching sounds like voices chanting

or animals deeply panting.

 

Staying in one group safety in numbers

their train of thought.

But suddenly one of the boys was taken

dragged into the trees!

His cries quickly fading into emptiness

now emotional coldness!

 

The three remaining were being compelled

towards that clearing.

Crackling of a fire preceded the rising flames

the witch watched them enter.

Once more the forest was empty and dark

nor living things it was stark!

 

The old man awoke knowing the teenagers

would never return!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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