Underneath This Crying Abyss

Underneath this crying abyss I will leave you there with this… an unforgiving witch… with a cold dense cackle, a dark gaping stare that can see into your soul… hands with the color of an ogre… a nose on where her crow can easily perch and glare… a large over sized cape to hide her instruments of death and torture… oh witch … what a sight we have with thee… teeth as yellow as a rose on a dark gloomy day… hair the color and texture of dry burnt wheat… a smell as foul as the living dead walking beneath our feet… …tell me witch… What is it that you seek? The apples that dangle from the trees… The frogs whom sit in the pond… The laughter of children playing in the woods? speak…creature of foul… speak what you seek…