helsbeth

Helsbeth hailed from haunted woods of Hogansville She appeared in October, her eyes dark and still A mystic for sure, her aura was filled with red She used to play fiddles among the dead. She commanded branches of the oaks to bend. They considered Helsbeth their forever friend. Her broom was one of their branches fine. Decorating it with a twist of green poison ivy vine. When she entered meadow werewolves began to howl. They’d been forewarned about Helsbeth, a formidable gal She could light surrounding woods on fire with wave of hand. We scattered away quickly, a motley band.