Go into the woods at witching hour

Go into the woods at witching hour. Hear their music, know their joy for feast and dance, For their smiles are the widest, when they take all to devour. Soon there is a grin for every wallflower, and those brave enough to steal a glance. Go into the woods at witching hour. Do not notice the silent bell tower. Why wake folk in such a lovely trance? For their smiles are the widest when they take all to devour. Eyes warm and wild without a glower, bared bloody teeth and mud stained feet on which they prance. Go into the woods at witching hour. Prey’s path is lined with wildflower, sweet scent slowing their advance. For their smiles are the widest, when they take all to devour. Feasting fools, they do not cower, strange how they never looked askance. Into the woods at witching hour. For their smiles are the widest, when they take all to devour. I hope you enjoyed!