Double, double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Wind of the night,
an insane shriek in the lonely dark,
creaking swings in the empty park.
Roving eyes behind
Move, now! There!
Iron chains..from where..?
A shrill scream
Falling feathers, feel them. Wet
with blood. The Forest you’ve met.
Mossy vines coil,
Rot of meat, you taste, spit, choke.
Then bite. Crack! Your jaws just broke.
Jasmines, oh sweet solace!
inch by inch.. Wait, white flowers, you said?
Green fumes, come forth! I’ll wait till you’re dead.