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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An eerie mist spreads across the swampy moors, At midnight's tolling hour, beware peasant or royal, Whom travels the hidden roads and lost by ways, lit From the light of the elliptical moon. Here underneath illusions dark shroud, cryptic creatures Revel in the shadows of mortal fear. Stay upon the well-worn path my friends, For evil specters, may lurk beneath the thickets wild, Within the forest depths of undergrowth and evergreen. Baba Yaga, appears from the vaporous fog, Behold a withered old hag is she, Wrapped in filthy torn rags discarded by society, A wondering spirit of discord, feasting upon, The souls of the innocent. Accursed is she this vampiric witch, with the Poisonous breath of whispering death, and smiling At the bedsides of her deadened victims! Lusts changeling of betrayals wounded heart, A seductive temptress, enticing mankind’s mortal flesh, With illusions of passions flame, seducing the weak, Than possessing and consuming them utterly! She whom blazed the trail for Hansel, and Gretel Of legends folkloric fame. Beware no candies sweet, does her house so rests upon, But nay its skulls and bones remains piled mountain high, What an alien looking thatched hunt, balancing upon Giant chicken legs! Singing in mischievous incantations, this darkened creature Stirs her caldron pot black, tossing another poundage’s Flesh and sinew into it just for tastes, good measure, as the Wicked embers bite, at the chill in the evening air, Laughing with a sinister cackle, dinner is almost ready, Come along children of the light, I'm willing to share! I'd dare not attempt to sneak a peek, inside if I were you. All you God's faithful, and little children alike, For in the woodlands wild, a mysterious phantom Stalks the unseen path by night, and her name is Baba Yaga! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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