The Witch in the Woods
A witch lived in the woods.
She was there by choice.
Never alone was she.
She had friends aplenty.
Patting on the asphalt she wore all black
But in the woods green was her clad
A raven might be called her closest friend
And to her horses come a’ wanderin’
I hear she lives in the woods alone
She makes a garden dwelling her only home.
Barefoot she walks on the grass
In silver moonlight dancing
Wandering among the many trees
You can see her tumbling.
A price did meet her one day.
Kept him asleep for a week, they say
Then she sent him on his way
But he kept his promises, to this day
Now she is our queen
And a pretty thing is she
In a castle
All alone
No love has she for her own
there for power all alone
That is what happened to the witch in the woods
She became a queen, yet is still misunderstood.
She doesn’t mind, because she will always be a queen inside.